Luyện nghe bài hát Exercises In Futility IV

The great truth is there one
And it only gets worse since conclusion
The of being an extension to nothing
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 bridges a habit to support
And the front line expands like no tomorrow

I the maggots
Their stuff at least sticks
than laudations of misinformed seers
And are lengthy annals of shame that we work with

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

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

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

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

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