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all the heat pipes cough, speech freeze like watersheep led right to the bleach-wipe slaughtereven the doc couldn't see it in the blotterfour walls starve each eat like Donnerfeed on each other, speed through the red lightssleep in the gutter, cameras on the great heightsa sea of brake lightsevery door locked tightkeep them locked down tightwhat will you call your home?what will you call your own?where will you lay them boneslay them greedy bones?which one will save your soul with your sighton solid gold?oh hell no, can't feel that hallowed ghostwith his hands wrapped around your throat?this window seat is loud in the city wherethe weather is howlingoutside there's wolves on prowl, in thebelly growlingme I'm just over the line, under the gun,out of my mindeverything in its right placeSongtextewatch me slice through the nightrace time and space alikeit's mine to shape it, right?everyone stepping sideways to thecheapest sleight of handplay to your weakness, see the darkest side of manand it's up to you supply those hollow dreamsor make your own Halloween,so how about that?off with their heads, make our own masklet's howl on back'let's get it goingless emotion more emulsionburn it downlet's get it goingless emotion more emulsionburn it downlet's get it goingless emotion more emulsionburn it blackdown to the ash, start from the scratchbuild it all backlet's get downlet's get downlet's get downlet's get downdown to biz, down to workcome back down to earthit's down to thisput down the arms, hands down in the dirtlet me get you up to speedit's up to us to up the needupheaval tucked up the sleeveit's a sudden thrill that the hunter feelswhen they're on their heelsand the hunted yieldsyou run on fumes, you grind the wheelsthe tunnel's sealed but you'll never kneelno making dealsbut the wolves have eyesand they smell the vealand what's revealed is each one out for mealsand don't care which one's skin they peel backso I keep the blade sharp for realbecause you never know when it comes on backall the swine turn a blind eye; sign of the timesold to the highest bidder who commandthe supplystamp it up fine with that Hollywood state of mindwe bought wings out of clay and wondered why that wouldn't flylet's get it goingless emotion more emulsionburn it downlet's get it goingless emotion more emulsionburn it downlet's get it goingless emotion more emulsionburn it blackdown to the ash, start from the scratchbuild it all backwhat will you call your home, what will you call your own?where will you lay them bones?the bell just tolledthis is heaven, this is homethis is heaven, this is hellthis is home, this is hellthis is heaven, this is homewelcome to the veldt Aus Songtexte Mania