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Versuri Thou – House of Ideas lyrics

Feckless servants
The extension of a non-creative will
Make the compromise, bring ruin
To the palace of imagination

Flaccid servants
The boot print of a non-creative will
Make the compromise, bring ruin
To the palace of imagination

If that’s moving up, then I’m moving out

If that’s moving up, then I’m moving out

You’re nothing without shambling specters
Sloughing spirit stripped from flesh
We made the compromise, we brought ruin
To our palace of imagination