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defence against discourseagainst sticks and stonescosmic disdain blaring in my headphonesdrafting ultimatumsstraining sanitywringing out blood from ventral cavitieswe live on pink sheetsyou make me creepi don't let you sleeprose quartz, star chartswe heal our broken heartswith warped realityand practical psychologyi've got a feeling it's dead at the sceneand when it's not breathing it seems so sereneall that remains, iconic photographsmy vagrant thoughts and the sun through stained glasswe live on pink sheetsyou make me creepi don't let you sleeprose quartz, star chartswe heal our broken heartswith warped realitySongtexteand practical psychologywe live on pink sheetsyou make me creepi don't let you sleepyou momentarilymade it unclear to seethat i live on pink sheets Aus Songtexte Mania