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Hold your tongue the unwilling and the safeMake your mark in your own tiny wayYour own miniature firework display for oneFear of facing the shadow on the shoreTied in knots and hung out on the backdoorThe 'boy-done-good' thoughts of valour and the all for oneIt's the beetle in the box that shakes in your hands And it's formed out of feelings I don't understand They're mapped in the gaps and the spaces between The worry of bearing the ghost in the machineI eat your words and you mark my mistakesWe set the dictionary up to failThe work of poets is a vapour we exhale it's goneFleeting fondness is a flicker in your frownSpilling out in adjectives and nounsA mess of letters once it's chewed and swallowed down all goneIt's the beetle in the box that shakes in your hands And it's formed out of feelings I don't understand They're mapped in the gaps and the spaces between The worry of bearing the ghost in the machineSongtexteHow do you feel pain?(Tremors through the floor)How do you hear sound?(Tapping on the walls)I wish I could feel it allIt's the beetle in the box that shakes in your hands And it's formed out of feelings I don't understand They're mapped in the gaps and the spaces between The worry of bearing the ghost in the machine Aus Songtexte Mania