Luyện nghe bài hát Exercises In Futility VI

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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