Luyện nghe bài hát Exercises In Futility II

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

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

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

like dumping dead 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 remember which is which

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

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

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

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