Luyện nghe bài hát Exercises In Futility III

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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