Luyện nghe bài hát Exercises In Futility VI

The great truth is there one
And it only gets worse that conclusion
The irony of being an to nothing
And the force of inertia is now a factor

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

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

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

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

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

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

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