Exercises In Futility I

[Intro]
D5

[Verse 1]
D5
  The great truth is 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

[Interlude]
A#5 D5 A#5 A5 F/A D5
A#5 G5 D5

[Verse 2]
A#5
F/A             D5                A#5
   And there is despair underneath   each and every action
D5                          A#5                  A5      F/A
  Each and every attempt to pierce the armour of numbness
D5               A#5                          G5
  Burning bridges   becomes a habit to support
D5                          A#5             F/A
  And the front line expands   like there's no tomorrow

[Break]
D5 Asus4 D5 Dm/A D5 D5 D5 Dm7 D5 Asus4 D5 Dm/A D5 A7sus4 D5 Asus4
D5 Asus4 D5 Dm/A D5 D5 D5 Dm7 D5 Asus4 D5 Dm/A D5 A7sus4 D5 Asus4
D5 Asus4  D5  Dm/A D5 D5       D5  Dm7
        I envy          the maggots
D5 Asus4      D5   Dm/A
        Their stuff
D5   A7sus4 D5         Asus4
  at least  sticks together
D5 Asus4          D5     Dm/A
   Better than laudations
D5      D5       D5   Dm7
  of misinformed seers
D5    Asus4     D5      Dm/A      D5   A7sus4        D5
  And those are lengthy annals of shame      that we work
    Asus4
with

[Pre-Сhorus]
D5          Asus4        D5  Dm/A       D5   D5   D5  Dm7
  It's like dumping dead meat    at the brink  of Styx
D5       Asus4         D5     Dm/A
  With a barge that we made of
D5         A7sus4   D5       Asus4
  what was left  of Yggdrasil
D5      Asus4       D5          Dm/A D5
  After veterans of spiritual revolts
D5     D5              Dm7
  were done with their armchairs
D5
Asus4    D5      Dm/A   D5    A7sus4      D5   Asus4
     And I don't even remember      which brink     is
D5
which

[Chorus]
A#5 C5 D5 A#5
C5 D5 A#5 C5
D5 A#5 C5
D5                                      A#5
  The odour of sanctity is just refined stench of existence
C5
D5                               A#5                C5
  Shining pearl of Augeas' crown pales in comparison

[Interlude]
D5 A#5 D5 A#5 A5 F/A
D5 A#5 G5 D5

[Verse 3]
A#5
F/A             D5                A#5
   And there is despair underneath   each and every action
D5                          A#5                  A5      F/A
  Each and every attempt to pierce the armour of numbness
D5               A#5                          G5
  Burning bridges   becomes a habit to support
D5                          A#5             F/A
  And the front line expands   like there's no tomorrow

[Pre-Сhorus]
D5 Asus4 D5 Dm/A D5 D5 D5 Dm7 D5 Asus4 D5 Dm/A D5 A7sus4 D5 Asus4
D5 Asus4 D5 Dm/A D5 D5 D5 Dm7 D5 Asus4 D5 Dm/A D5 A7sus4 D5 Asus4
D5 Asus4         D5 Dm/A D5     D5       D5
   The  grotesque        eagles of misfortune,
Dm7 D5     Asus4   D5
      well fed  on thanatos,
Dm/A D5    A7sus4 D5 Asus4
       sit still
D5 Asus4         D5     Dm/A D5 D5       D5  Dm7 D5 Asus4
        It's the dignity        of scavengers
D5       Dm/A D5      A7sus4  D5  Asus4   D5
  at the ever growing garbage dump     of life

[Chorus]
A#5 C5 D5 A#5
C5
D5                                          A#5
  There is something about the rigid posture   of a proper,
               C5
authentic blind
D5                           A#5                     C5
  As if extended arms reached   to pass his blindness  onto
D5
others

[Outro]
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A#5 G5 D5 A#5 G5 D5
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