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we ride on the aftermathas a subtle way of looking past, we neglect our instinctand we live by the light of dayto alleviate my own dismay i detain the processand everybody sounds their bestits the highbrow stream of consciousness in a looming primedepending on the absence or the distance all the timelove like intuitive alarma hail mary or a good luck charm dangled to clasp our interestand our faith lies in the deprived unknownyou know that no one want to be alone, die young or impureand everybody sounds their bestits the highbrow stream of consciousnessin a looming primedepending on the absence or the distanceand its a sad declineintroverted romance in our troubled mindsa trying pinedepending on good fortune or coincidence all the time Aus Songtexte Mania