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Woke up this morningwith the sun on my face,pastel paintings on the wallsof my room.Light beams dancingon the covers of my med,stopping to catch a breathin the space you used to be.This is far from coincidence,connected in random moments.A functional dysfunctionbecomes a repeated occurrence.I stand isolatedfrom the thought of my being,unable to break the icearound my heart.Is there a reason I shouldbe listening to myself again,when I know by nightfallmy world will be dead once more?This is far from coincidence,connected in random moments.A functional dysfunctionSongtextebecomes a repeated occurrence.Take my hand as I walk into the great unknown,I'll see you on the other side smiling.I'll see your tears aren't exactly real.Take my hand, we'll wake from the world.(Lyrics unsung in booklet:)This stillborn feelingcannot be brought to life,the inability to copewith those around us.Consumed by the needto know wrong from right,even if it doesn't change a thing...about you...or me.Bodies rust together on this unfair world,minds that melt into thousands of regrets.Killers in the morning,lovers in the dark,what defines our sanityaddicted to drama!We fail to get really involved,we fail to distance ourselves.We fail to forgive, fail to forget,we fail to see our horrors unfold.Again I failed to even noticemy body collapsing to the floor.As the curtain draws to a close,seasons came to pass... Aus Songtexte Mania