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Wake up (9x)Look where you areIt was a dream (4x)It was aIt's so funny (2x)It's so fun (9x)Funny how far you are from where you've beenSpit up (9x)Get out the taste of fermented speechesSwallow it down (2x)I know it burnsbut when it burns it teachesSeven o'clock (2x)Get up, get upMove, shower and shaveThe shell of skin like extra limbsTucked in, tucked in, hide every traceIn your pleated pantsBaby (5x) -steps is all you can takeand awkwardly stumble forwardTip of the toungeHeated debateReflux, refluxSongtexteYou can't stop it from comin' upWords of the past taste like a mealSimple ideals nutritionless as sodaAnd so falsely fillingthey kept you sharp up to a point when they started dullingAnd with everything blurringYour tired eyes still miss the claritySkin is a shellShape of a child crawled out half way 'n hit the frozen windAnd breathed deeplyFossil of youthBlackening leavesDead weight, dead weightCan't help but imaginin'Crazy voice: Just sever it - it'd be so easyit's inefficient and naiveLettin' leech and feed off youbut you keep it there hiddenAnd hopefully stumble forward - with baby stepsWhen you swallow your wordsYou'll start speaking in tonguesIt's both your will and theirsThat keeps filling your lungsWith the fumes that fuel illness and songsYou're a father and also a sonIn a tower of steelOr a bridge made of strawsThough the structure is realAnd can act as a lawThat exaggerates your deepest flawIt could also be the shapes you drawthe, the architect ofSmall Circles, maybe 10 feet, drawin'Little tattooes on the people you meet, like thoseCrazies who eat their placentas, you put yourMolted shell through an industrial juicer andGulp it downGulp it downGulp it downGulp it down with some pride sonIt's the vanilla pipe dream extractso bittersweetWith a mouthful of wormsThere is protein enoughTo last a few daysIn the thickening roughThe surroundings that so hard to loveAre deceptively soft to your touchIf you conjure up aTelekinetic burning heatYour fingers a glowing neon pinkYour wilting an eye n' wincing winkYou get, get, you get learned when you get burnedWhether your pupils melt into black tearsAnd roll of your faceOr the structures incinerateYou'll see a New CityA New CityA New CityA New City...when you swallow your words Aus Songtexte Mania