Luyện nghe bài hát Exercises In Futility IV

The great truth is there one
And it only gets worse that conclusion
The irony of an extension to nothing
And the of inertia is now a vital factor

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

I envy the
stuff at least sticks together
Better than of misinformed seers
And those are lengthy annals of shame that we work

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

The odour of is just refined stench of existence
Shining pearl of Augeas' crown pales in

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

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

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