Luyện nghe bài hát Exercises In Futility III

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

And there is despair each and every action
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 the maggots
stuff at least sticks together
Better than laudations of seers
And are lengthy annals of shame that we work with

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

The odour of sanctity is refined stench of existence
Shining pearl of Augeas' crown in comparison

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

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

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