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Brace your broken finger from all the times you shot me downLying now won't cover your guilt-stained handsYou stabbed me in the back, revealing your shaded liesThis time, your canvas won't come cleanBroken frame, black-stained brush From all the times you concealed your liesBut still they seep through the lines, wake upYou paint a portrait of a lying heartTracing the technique to strengthen your abilityHarsh strokes try to weaken my designScared of failing, you've become what you despiseThis time, your canvas won't come cleanBroken frame, black-stained brushFrom all the times you concealed your liesBut still they seep through the lines, wake upYou paint a portrait of a lying heartBroken frame, black-stained brushFrom all the times you concealed your liesBut still they seep through the lines, wake upYou paint a portrait of a lyingBroken frame, black-stained brushFrom all the times you concealed your liesBut still they seep through the lines, wake upYou paint a portrait of a lying heart Aus Songtexte Mania