Luyện nghe bài hát Exercises In Futility II

The great is there isn't one
And it only gets since that conclusion
The irony of being an to nothing
And the of inertia is now a vital factor

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

I the maggots
stuff at least sticks together
Better than laudations of seers
And those are lengthy annals of that we work with

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

The odour of sanctity is just refined stench of
Shining pearl of Augeas' crown in comparison

And is despair underneath each and every action
Each and every attempt to the armour of numbness
Burning bridges becomes a habit to
And the front line expands there's no tomorrow

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

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