Luyện nghe bài hát Exercises In Futility IV

The great truth is there one
And it gets worse since 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
and every attempt to pierce the armour of numbness
Burning bridges a habit to support
And the line expands like there's no tomorrow

I envy the
Their stuff at least sticks
Better than laudations of misinformed
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 was left of Yggdrasil
After veterans of revolts were done with their armchairs
And I don't even which brink is which

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

And is despair underneath each and every action
Each and every to pierce the armour of numbness
Burning bridges becomes a habit to
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 growing garbage dump of

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