Luyện nghe bài hát Exercises In Futility V

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

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

I envy the
stuff at least sticks together
Better laudations of misinformed seers
And those are lengthy of shame that we work with

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

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

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

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

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