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Another dayBuilt from decayA famined slumberGone is the summerFrowned upon are the weak and the wornFor they reek of sick and sorrowThey outrun the spectre of hardshipInto scarred open arms thrown back to the mireEach backward step is theirs to own (own)Every heartache in a misshapen being (being)Each hungry mouth an empty well (wellness)Running dry, there's never enough to go around (around)They are human herds of patienceThey slouch and shift their weightThey remain in the cracksThey remain in the frayFrowned upon are the weak and the wornFor they reek of sick and sorrowFrom the creeping dawnTo the dying duskSongtexteThey dance a callous stepForage for diamondsAmong the turfLive for what is leftTrails of smokeYellow eyesLive for what is leftTrails of smokeYellow eyesThere's never enough (of anything) to go around Aus Songtexte Mania