Luyện nghe bài hát Exercises In Futility III

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

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

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

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

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

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

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