Luyện nghe bài hát Exercises In Futility V

The great is there isn't one
And it only gets worse since 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 every attempt to the armour of numbness
bridges becomes a habit to support
And the front line expands there's no tomorrow

I the maggots
Their stuff at sticks together
Better than of misinformed seers
And those are lengthy annals of shame that we with

It's like dumping dead meat at the brink of
a barge 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 brink is

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

And is despair underneath each and every action
Each and attempt to pierce 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 of scavengers at the ever growing garbage dump of life

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