Luyện nghe bài hát Exercises In Futility IV

The great truth is isn't one
And it only gets since that conclusion
The irony of being an extension to
And the force of is now a vital factor

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

I envy the
Their stuff at sticks together
Better than laudations of seers
And those are lengthy 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
After veterans of spiritual were done with their armchairs
And I don't even remember brink is which

The odour of sanctity is just refined of existence
Shining pearl of crown pales in comparison

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

The eagles 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 posture of a proper, authentic blind
As if arms reached to pass his blindness onto others