Luyện nghe bài hát Exercises In Futility VI

The great truth is isn't one
And it only gets since that conclusion
The irony of an extension to nothing
And the of inertia is now a vital factor

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

I the maggots
stuff at least sticks together
Better than laudations of seers
And those are lengthy annals of shame we work with

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

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

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

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

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