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Horizon of the depth as the fog surrounds my being takes control and slaves my moves Motionless I stare in emtyness as bodies fall and disappear in darkness of my borderland Is this fake, or is this real? Am I sick, or am I cured? Overwhelmed by the dominating density Not a word to break the silence Nothing visible to fear So what can we do ... with my possessive senses? with my borderland? Is this fake, or is this real? Am I sick, or am I cured? Implanted anger rising A decay within my dreams Inner urge to relatiate upon my enemies and friends Weeping gently in this moisture and this quivering inside of me intoxicates my senses Songtexte Is this ground I stand on holy or is this just my borderland? So what can we do ... with my possessive senses? with my borderland? Aus Songtexte Mania