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If death isn't quiet enough, you should feed your guts what they want Soon you'll kill all the things I love I should have went first I could have been your ghost Bathers in a cravers tub wash where your rupture starts Soon I'll kill all the things I love, Hither and Yon I'm sleeping it's your turn to race serene inside we chase to retrace I'm sleeping it's your turn to face Whats buried in graves I never want to wake Aus Songtexte Mania