Luyện nghe bài hát Exercises In Futility IV

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

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 line expands like there's no tomorrow

I the maggots
Their stuff at least together
Better than laudations of seers
And those are annals of shame that we work with

It's like dumping meat at the brink of Styx
With a barge we made of what was left of Yggdrasil
After veterans of spiritual revolts were done their armchairs
And I even remember which brink is which

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

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

The grotesque of misfortune, well fed on thanatos, sit still
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 arms reached to pass his blindness onto