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I gotta pardon you, what?! Tryna say life is a path to a boxAm I guessing Armageddon just tarnished the rockRegardless it spins dance or plotTry heal the pain like Arnica doesBut when that dont, yeah, hard liquor doesI said hard liquor does, they say that the come downsPart of the buzz, its self destructive at the heart of therushWe all want a person to love, person to trust, person tojumpOver hurdles with us and Ive found that personIm certain its love, I aint gonna stay searchingOr yearning with lust, while clutching a pain that remainsin my gutHow can I do that? Brain would eruptGotta live life till my frame wont budgeHow can I look down when I gotta aim up?Like jet planes heading into space from a crustFace of the man in the seat stays fearlessVacate the mainstream, stay with the realnessDo this for life, no mistake Im seriousLike a blade in the heart in the dark, put fear in usCreeping nearly, rearing near to us. Breathes on my neckFeel sheer mysterious, heres turned weirdEchoes feel the eeriness, sound of the voicelessSongtexteI dream theyre hearing us, I dream theyre here with an openear for usDowned like vodka, things aint as clear as itYet Im watching fearless, lifes mysteriousHolding tight to the wheel, thats steering itAint nuttin' like me, aint nuttin' like youCause everybodys different, gotta stay clued to theinstinctsWe could all die in an instant, wont live life as a prisonerRival the system, lips speak code on the phoneThats wisdom, men are getting tapped like spliff endsBurning the candle at both ends driftingSo Im pissed with the piff and a Rizla with griz inMissing the days when we were just kids andMan its all so far from thisWhat happened to fun without drugsAnd how come everyone fucks but dont loveAnd why mans gotta be acting unjustWhen they aint nothing more than a man that just frontsGot the flows robustWhen I open it up cold blood thrown upOn the road froze up no luck got stuckSo what Im cut like blunts with the punkNo trust thats us clutch rough to the stuffThats makes us fuck see facts face upIn the rate race bruf, bust traps trace backTo the place now dust, burnt down to the groundWhilst trying to build up Aus Songtexte Mania