Moderate Decadence

I am a witness to man's inhumanity
I know the raping of the mind
I am the bastard child of ten-thousand innocent sins
That always take their toll, given time

I see the blindness of moderate decadence

Tasting, wasting, twelve hours of nothing
Filled with a seven second scream
Playing the game that you claim is tame
But three shots ended your dream

I hear the deafness of moderate decadence

I see the blindness, I hear the deafness
I feel the numbness of moderate decadence

Of all the flames and fast times and fools forever
Of all that is written on the wall
I am a witness to man's inhumanity
Both Justice and The Reaper always call

©1993, 1998 UT Music

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