| Song | Decadence Of Dignity |
| Artist | Falconer |
| Album | Chapters From A Vale Forlorn |
| 作曲 : Weinerhall | |
| When profit shows his face | |
| our sense of clarity is washed away. | |
| Spinning round the axle of greed, | |
| don't let the economy stagnate | |
| for it's our creed. | |
| I turn my head away in shame | |
| as you crave for more, | |
| selling out what is not yours to sell. | |
| We're the pimps of it all. | |
| Living in the decadence of our dignity. | |
| When silver waves his hand, | |
| we kneel so eagerly. | |
| Living in the decadence of our dignity. | |
| Where man will take command | |
| we'll sail astray in greed. | |
| Come into my booth and trade. | |
| What about the exclusive bargain | |
| for the day? | |
| I can satisfy all your needs. | |
| Sell your future and you will profit today, | |
| do your deeds. | |
| I turn my head away in shame | |
| as you crave for more, | |
| selling out what is not yours to sell. | |
| We're the pimps of it all. | |
| Living in the decadence of our dignity. | |
| When silver waves his hand, | |
| we kneel so eagerly. | |
| Living in the decadence of our dignity. | |
| Where man will take command | |
| we'll sail astray in greed. |
| zuò qǔ : Weinerhall | |
| When profit shows his face | |
| our sense of clarity is washed away. | |
| Spinning round the axle of greed, | |
| don' t let the economy stagnate | |
| for it' s our creed. | |
| I turn my head away in shame | |
| as you crave for more, | |
| selling out what is not yours to sell. | |
| We' re the pimps of it all. | |
| Living in the decadence of our dignity. | |
| When silver waves his hand, | |
| we kneel so eagerly. | |
| Living in the decadence of our dignity. | |
| Where man will take command | |
| we' ll sail astray in greed. | |
| Come into my booth and trade. | |
| What about the exclusive bargain | |
| for the day? | |
| I can satisfy all your needs. | |
| Sell your future and you will profit today, | |
| do your deeds. | |
| I turn my head away in shame | |
| as you crave for more, | |
| selling out what is not yours to sell. | |
| We' re the pimps of it all. | |
| Living in the decadence of our dignity. | |
| When silver waves his hand, | |
| we kneel so eagerly. | |
| Living in the decadence of our dignity. | |
| Where man will take command | |
| we' ll sail astray in greed. |