We all pay a price to revel in vice.
I hope yours is cheap, for the silence of sleep.
The slaughtered sheep are yours to keep.
Take your advice, poured over ice.
Keep it down.
Keep it down.
Rome after the fall, I've seen it all.
Often pillaged, the rest an empty village.
Progress stalled, morality appalled.
The gall and the guile, the stall and denial.
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