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Hey, Mr. Stone Man - what's eating you? You haven't looked this way in a whileSomething she said, under the skinUnder your eyes, something she sinnedBurned from the bed, sleeps in the mindThere's a four-letter word for my one regretIt's the knee-jerk punchline to your epithetIt took our time, it washed it awayRoad sleeperHey man, how does it feel to get over it? It's barely been an hour nowThings to forget, so hard to definePierced through the skin - lit up the mindShe fell to the floor in pleasure and shameYour Rorschach mask of innocent bloodFell on my eyes without a wordAs anguish on the face of a saint - Nailed to your cross with the teeth of the fliesWho were lucky enough to look into your eyesBut your sugar tooth smile sped the decayRoad sleeperLook, Mr. Stone Man eroded fastSongtexteBarely even grains of sandShe ran out of words - grabbed for more timeOut of his arms and out of all mindsShe rolls out of town in her bruise-violet carFour months of guilt in the August heatBurned from the mind, unable to bleedShe fades away in the clouds of a lost year Aus Songtexte Mania