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At first glance, appearances mean nothing, but further down inside, judgment and heartache await And I for one have grown weary from speaking out So close your mouth.. Don't say a damn word Just bask in the silence and pray for a small consequence Lose all hopes of returning safe to the hell you call home I will stain my arms with ink, and words that I would never speak Cause everyone would be better off without me Hold your breath, baby - your transmission's out of key A subtle way to strap anchors to my body I'm too tired to compromise.. it feels like a thousand knives penetrating They're deep inside, so salt my wounds and show me that I'm alive Cause everything I feel has started fading And here comes the tide, my grave awaits.. this is truly genocide Too many men have fallen just like me I will stain my arms with ink, and words that I would never speak Cause everyone would be better off without me Hold your breath, baby - your transmission's out of key A subtle way to strap anchors to my body This broadcast is dead, no frequency heard I will return to Mother Earth SongtexteAs the air escapes, and my soul leaves my body For a lonely grave No time to talk, no time for words Failed attempts to feel alive have left me barren and my journey ends tonight This broadcast is dead, this broadcast is dead And this is how it has to end Aus Songtexte Mania