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Eat the young, taste the bloodThey don't know a thing about usShake their bones, throw them outWe make something new out of things lostI will be the lumberjack and you will be the treeIf you go chasing rabbits and you know you've gone too farThe lines in your hands are the map to show you where you areI will be the boat and you will be the seaAnd if you would find feelings where should be noneBurry them deep before you do something that can't be undoneI will be the fire and you will be the homeAny fluke just might damn off the look those eyes will seeA cold wind's blowing, the cold wind that came with meI will be the forest and you will be the dead treeEat the young, taste the bloodStab the night with water knivesShake their bones let them know that there are rodents in their eyesI will be the lumberjack and you will be the tree Aus Songtexte Mania