Twisted, glowing fairly tales of what we know nothing about;
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Shattered visions of a hiding euphoria.
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The beast of decadence Is revealed to us, underneath our feet.
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We all ride on it's back for it is primal Instinct In disguise, and
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our Interpretations are much too weak to escape.
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Beast Of Decadence
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| Matt Zane |
