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I prune trees until they bleed,cut until I look well achievedI braid a mask of leavesFight to find the balance in betweenthe expectations and conditions,melt two blades into oneThere is line, a mark where mist turns to cloudsWhen I find it I'll place a cut, split my spine in halfThere is a hook on which a rope to me is tiedWhen I find it I'll cut myself loose.For seven years in spheres of glass, aiming reflections in to dust, we've emptied our trustWill a kid dare to trust his visions if no one tells him that he can, undrape jewels in his eyes.There is line, a mark where mist turns to cloudsWhen I find it I'll place a cut, split my spine in halfThere is a hook on which a rope to me is tiedWhen I find it I'll cut myself looseWe're cold, lone and deceitful to our kind,estranged wild dogs left behind, hunting reflections of the sun.I Prune trees until they bleed,cut until I look well achievedI braid a mask of leaves Aus Songtexte Mania