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You thought that you had been waiting in line for a soulBut you wound up applying for a spot inside of the wholeWith all of the other prosaic and paranoid trollsWho separate colored illusions in small litle bowlsDo your snake-skin boots still tread the immeasurable track?Is your echo still stubbornly calling your secrets all back?When noone does nothing the justice it seeks in the blackAnd hot death comes down in the bucket instead of a sackLazarus, gather us'Fore you returnYour eyes once evaded the shadowy 'rizon of dawnThe waves were taken not given and you played alongNearby was Washington Roebling and swam in a songWhen mercy was second to beauty I saw nothing wrongThe magnets were planted clandestinely under the treesAn abyss worth of miracles wasted and covered and fleasHorizons that break for the mountain and fall into treesAnd I am exhumed, resurrected, brought up from my kneesLazarus, gather us'Fore you return Aus Songtexte Mania