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For all within your roomsYour narrow rented tombsWithin your walls of wantThe frame in which you hauntInside your restless stormThe paint is cracked and wornFour walls bubbled and pockedMarked with shame, a bolted lockA facade hides your worn out prideA shoddy view of others just like youA window rattles you with what you hideSickness spreads throughYour breeding grounds of dustFor all within your roomsYour narrow rented tombsWithin your walls of wantThe frame in which you hauntInside your restless stormSongtexteThe paint is cracked and wornFour walls bubbled and pockedMarked with shame, a bolted lockA facade hides your worn out prideA shoddy view of others just like youA window rattles you with what you hide Aus Songtexte Mania