Luyện nghe bài hát Exercises In Futility V

The great truth is there one
And it only worse since that conclusion
The of being an extension to nothing
And the force of is now a vital factor

And is despair 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 there's no tomorrow

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

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

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

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

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

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