Luyện nghe bài hát Exercises In Futility II

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

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

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

It's like dumping dead at the brink of Styx
With a barge that we made of what was of Yggdrasil
After veterans of revolts were done with their armchairs
And I even remember which brink is which

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

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

The grotesque of misfortune, well fed on thanatos, sit still
It's the dignity of 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 onto others