Emotional Terrorist
Thou
4:08Feckless 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 (Get a job)