Luyện nghe bài hát Exercises In Futility III

The great truth is there one
And it only gets since that conclusion
The irony of being an to nothing
And the force of inertia is now a factor

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

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

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

The of sanctity is just refined stench of existence
Shining pearl of Augeas' crown pales in

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

The grotesque eagles of misfortune, 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 his blindness onto others