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What a reaction to keeping our eyeballs clean a sorry description of explorers that shake our movie screens in silence it's scientists that keep our cousins locked in cages hold on walk on two legs, kick our doors in, grab your rifles, keep it quiet We keep digging bones in the desert we keep going back to hell blow ourselves to hell we keep going back Better believe in burial ground ceremonies My how time flies Building weapons to blow ourselves to hell Aus Songtexte Mania