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and at every warning they're turning away manifesting and torn into another decay manifesting the pallid trite complexion of decay and the tyrant's awaking from his sleep all the servants are making his conscience weak manifesting the sickly de-volution of decay all rise for the resurrection the art of nothing men is just a bleak complexion only formed within and i consider the feelings i had before when my freedom was beaten and sold and whored to the mercenary pallid trite complexion of decay you're afloat but you haven't found the sea and i need to be colder - but it's not in me to believe in the worthless coalition of decay Aus Songtexte Mania