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The next work is done this was not number one now the mind is satisfied another innocent soul has died with time comes over the desire to strangulate one with a wire some like to call me the waste of mankind I deliver them from their sad existence some say I should better be unborn I'm just the reflection of you at night I lie awake in my bed before my eyes the faces of the dead sometimes the fears are hunting me that no one is able to stop me can not explain the reasons for all the voices in my head they guide me and command me all the things you cant imagine to slice up the body into pieces but it's not an act of malice Aus Songtexte Mania