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Feels like the house falling apart,cracks are spreading on the floor.Sometimes it feels likeeverything will just dissolve.As you're placing the last piece,a small tremor breaks out.The mouth can form nothing but words,the hand can crush a skull in it,but it won't change this feelingand it can't be worse than losing this now.The threads keep unraveling,the ones we tie to one,the ones we tear apart.Oh, sometimes we mess it up.Small thread in the spider's web,where a tiny threadcan break without a soundin a world of constant noise.Unwinding the thread of our time,tangled yet the more you try.A puzzle with no right wayto be solved in the end.We keep cutting out the knots,Songtextethen tying back with onetwo half hearts sewn into one.With the thread we've unraveled,just trying the best to adapt,just trying the best not torun out of thread too soon.The threads keep unraveling,the ones we tie to one,the ones we tear apart.Oh, sometimes we mess it up.Small thread in the spider's web,where a tiny threadcan break without a soundin a world of constant noise. Aus Songtexte Mania