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What I own in my plastic account is a carpet of nailsMoving towards the result this purchase will lay on myselfBeing broke on my own for a change makes me feel so much moreThan the conflict arrived from the couch that was bought in the storeWon't rest until we've met and killed the fever brought us hereResults of grieving human beings prone to hate and fearSpending time with what hurts and the collars that filter my brainStaying left of those basical functions until I've tamedThe reptilian darkness that snarls and carries a signOr the primitive background from out of the mind we have climbedWon't rest until we've met and killed the fever brought us hereResults of grieving human beings prone to hate and fear Aus Songtexte Mania