exercises in futility i

• 1:25'te giren gitar motifi ile orgazmik anlar yasatan. o ne bicim melodidir oyle? allah misiniz lan?
  
  https://youtu.be/1bqggqyflcs?t=80
• bambaşkadır.
• ilk cümlesiyle her şeyi açıklayan güzide grubun güzide parçası
• exercises in futility albümünün -en sevdiğim- açılış parçası.
  
  the great truth is that there isn't one
  and it only gets worse
  since that conclusion
  the irony of being
  an extension to nothing
  and the force of inertia
  is now a vital factor
  and there is despair underneath
  each and every action
  each and every attempt to pierce the armour of numbness
  burning bridges becomes a habit to support
  and the frontline expands
  like there's no tomorrow
  i envy
  the maggots
  their stuff
  at least sticks together
  better than laudations of misinformed seers
  and those are lengthy annals of shame that we work with
  it's like dumping dead meat at the brink of styx
  with a barge that we made of what was left of yggdrasil
  after veterans of spiritual revolts were done with their armchairs
  and i don't even remember which brink is which
  the odour of sanctity is just refined stench of existence
  shining pearl of augeas' crown pales in comparison
  and there is despair underneath
  each and every action
  each and every attempt to pierce the armour of numbness
  burning bridges becomes a habit to support
  and the frontline expands
  like there's no tomorrow
  the grotesque eagles of misfortune, well-fed on thanatos
  sit still
  it's the dignity of scavengers
  at the ever-growing garbage dump of life
  there is something about
  the rigid posture
  of a proper, authentic blind
  as if extended arms
  reached
  to pass his blindness onto others