Decadance - UK Decay

In moonlight

Danced through the night

Dancing in the white light

Freedom from conditioned trance

So stand so grand in decadence

And the white light

Danced through your stomach

Pulls tight

Tight pulls the chords of your empty heart

In decadence

The dance of decadence

Defiant stance — a new decade

Of decadence

Realise your personal destiny

Fighting the fat and prosperous

Brood of mediocrity

Once safe in its prosperity

Now burns

In decadence

The dance of decadence

The cry of truth — a state of mind —

…Call it youth

Take up your part in the play

Decapitate the day

White eyed — hatchets high — luddite like

In decadence

Decadancing — you can be your own king

You can be your own king

In the dance of decadence

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