Poetry - Decadence | Текст песни

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Dancing history is lossing
its beat of sincere longing
rotten art floods the museums
silliness gallops
with hypocritical brush
on worn canvas
who can't speak any more
as long ago with the strength
of the young romantics
whoo looked face to face
to the abiss
decandent art is the prelude
which announce a lack in the soul
the end of the search
no genius, no artis, no man
all of them lacks words
temple of the soul.

Look at the mirror and see me self
is not easy
Are you brave enough to prove it?

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