Feckless servants
The extension of a non-creative will

Make the compromise to bring ruin
To the palace of imagination

Flaccid servants
The boot print of a non-creative will

Make the compromise to bring ruin
To the palace of imagination

If that's moving up, then I'm moving out

If that's moving up, then I'm moving out

You're nothing without shambling spectres
Sloughing spirit stripped from the flesh

We made the compromise and brought ruin
To our palace of imagination

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