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skeletons or bonesI count the dead with my fingersand hearing about all the pills in our bodies we are lesser than(we've been stuck in a coma for the past 18 years)and I wanna stand grounded in the soilI'm scared to death of whats to become of this hopeful messwhen you lie in your home I hope it's comfortablewhen you lie in your grave I hope it's comfortabletruth be told, I'm a fucking liar and I can't stand next to these graveyards(we fall from the sky, to the ocean, in the fire, and we lie in the ground) Aus Songtexte Mania