Luyện nghe bài hát Exercises In Futility III

The great truth is there one
And it only gets worse since that
The irony of being an extension to
And the of inertia is now a vital factor

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

I envy the
Their stuff at least sticks
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 that we made of what was of Yggdrasil
After veterans of spiritual revolts were done with armchairs
And I even remember which brink is which

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

And there is despair each and every action
Each and attempt to pierce the armour of numbness
Burning bridges becomes a habit to
And the front line like there's 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

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