Luyện nghe bài hát Exercises In Futility VI

The great truth is there one
And it only gets worse since that
The irony of an extension to nothing
And the force of inertia is now a vital

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

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

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

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

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

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

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