Luyện nghe bài hát Exercises In Futility II

The great truth is isn't one
And it gets worse since that conclusion
The of being an extension to nothing
And the force of is now a vital factor

And there is underneath each and every action
Each and every attempt to pierce the of numbness
Burning bridges a habit to support
And the front line expands like there's no

I envy the
Their stuff at least sticks
Better than laudations of misinformed
And those are annals of shame that we work with

It's like dead meat at the brink of Styx
With a barge we made of what was left of Yggdrasil
After veterans of spiritual revolts were with their armchairs
And I don't even which brink is which

The odour of sanctity is just refined of existence
pearl of Augeas' crown pales in comparison

And there is despair underneath and every action
Each and every to pierce the armour of numbness
Burning bridges a habit to support
And the line expands like there's no tomorrow

The grotesque eagles of misfortune, well fed on thanatos, sit
It's the dignity of scavengers at the ever garbage dump of life

There is something about the posture of a proper, authentic blind
As if extended arms reached to his blindness onto others