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Sinking into a gloomy theatre's stall. The premiere show is coming to an end. The corps de ballet dives into a frenzied dance. A music starts. Sounds coming from the grave. God, blinding spotlight holes my mind like a drill. I am longing to smoke, already dying to cry. Here no one knows me, my bloody hands. I could look as a pretty girl! No, tomorrow it's late, tomorrow escapes... I'm living for my dreams, I have made cruel murders and Followed bright desires. Round and round you'll save my burnt soul, Because I find it hard to feel fine. Crushed by my immortal fame I don't dare to give up Either deter myself from caring my sharp knife. My shade draws away from me. Now I could look like a pretty girl! Aus Songtexte Mania