Luyện nghe bài hát Exercises In Futility V

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

And there is despair 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 sticks
Better laudations of misinformed seers
And those are lengthy annals of shame we work with

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

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

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

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

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