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The divide between your ears and my mouth Spreads like vine over an empty house I don't expect you to understand a word The divide between your ears and my mouth Spreads like vine over an empty house I don't expect you to understand a word Forgive me I wasn't born into a cult I was lucky To be conceived by the blind Baptized and scared My questions went unanswered I'm older now I won't turn my back on myself Woah oh oh oh, It might be dark to them Woah oh oh oh, it's sunshine to me Woah oh oh oh, it might be dark to them Woah oh oh oh,it feels like home to me Court the idea, your opinions are only opinions If your loud mouth was preaching at heavens gates Even jesus would ask you to shut up A condescending tone won't get you to heaven Promise hell to someone else, I'm free from man PROMISE HELL TO SOMEONE ELSE! Popes and plot changes, confessions for the glory of noise Lips burning at the request of constraint SongtexteManufactured, inked,thrown on expensive paper A gospel for the market, perfection to digest They tried hard To keep me in their pocket I never fit It's a trademark I exploit My mood never gives Lucky me, lucky you I suppose someday I might join the team again Aus Songtexte Mania