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you can't blame the boring, the neurotic know every kid has secrets they never let go burn the evenings I write till seven am no more inking linden street no more looking for a father unloading his gun a childhood undone, not covered up but we're all looking, the world can't stop looking you can't blame the vipers of the southern states the patchwork sermons misquoting verses the alter call zoo's, adult america shaking with hell fire and fear no more looking for a maker who doesn't take your friends a gospel of moments, not an end but we're all looking, the world can't stop looking I'm desperate to believe but I don't shit where I eat when I don't know, I don't know I'm too old to pretend and to unsure to descend I'm desperate to believe but I don't shit where I eat when I don't know, I don't know I'm too old to pretend and to unsure to descend did we learn to think or did we learn to believe Songtexte let's be the ones who are served, not the ones who serve the landlord of the afterlife can't evict us from death the neon and the garbage go to heaven to die and that's why I'd rather die alone in the night I'm desperate to believe but I don't shit where I eat when I don't know, I don't know I'm too old to pretend and to unsure to descend Aus Songtexte Mania