Luyện nghe bài hát Exercises In Futility IV

The great truth is there one
And it only gets worse that conclusion
The irony of being an extension to
And the force of is now a vital factor

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

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

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

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

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

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

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