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Can you create a cure A remedy for an epidemic There's no way to be sure Of a better fix Here's the perfect bill A pristine piece of legislation The fruit of panic and good intention Seven steps and we're ready to go Making incisions with rusted blades Sewing stitches with hands trembling Burning bridges to light the way We fight the fire with gasoline Intoxicated Blinded by the depths of our pride This Pierian pool we think we drink from is a lie The truth remains our feet their blood does stain No one complains No one to blame Everything will be okay Just smile and look away To the picture perfect day SongtexteThat we paint A death-wish dance upon a wall With no soft ground to break our fall Too straight-legged to beg for help No one to save us from ourselves The truth remains our knees their blood does stain No one complains No one to blame The truth remains our teeth their blood does stain We want justice The mirror blames Aus Songtexte Mania