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 to nothing
And the force of inertia is now a factor

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

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

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

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

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

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

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