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Thanks, symbolic vengeanceThat neither folds meOr you into this submissionRows of empty housesNow there's no leaderOr piper for anyone to followForecast sun this springtimeAnd never undermine thisJust relay the messageAmple timing for a breakdownWhile solemn, we can take noReal comfort or solaceThanks, academyAnd all enemiesForce fervored motivesRest on my laurels and statuesBroken virtues, I rest in little piecesI've smashed to smithereensAll hopes and dreamsNurtured in dirty playgroundsLost syllablesSongtexteNever turn into wordsLost the goals of the warNow we've lost balance(Now our heads hit the floor,Now we've lost the will to feel,Now we've lost balance) Aus Songtexte Mania