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 of inertia is now a vital factor

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

I the maggots
stuff at least sticks together
Better than laudations of seers
And those are annals of shame that we work with

like dumping dead meat at the brink of Styx
With a barge that we of what was left of Yggdrasil
After veterans of spiritual revolts were done with armchairs
And I even remember which brink is which

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

And there is despair each and every action
Each and every attempt to pierce the 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 growing garbage dump of

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