Luyện nghe bài hát Exercises In Futility VI

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

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

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

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

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

And there is despair each 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

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

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