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I'm bringing down fanatic warfare on you Encouragement grows with you telling me not to Grow so tired in this spot of my own But all my thoughts have been sacrificed For the sake of it For the hell of it For one taste of your wordless fear Mark my words: You're paying! In the end I'm safe and sound A hand grenade to open your backdoor A good excuse is all that is war But oh how I love the smell of you I'm bringing down fanatic warfare on you Encouragement grows with you telling me not to Grow so tired in this spot of my own But all my thoughts have been sacrificed solo Mark my words: You're paying! In the end I'm safe and sound A hand grenade to open your backdoor A good excuse is all that is war But oh how I love the smell of you Aus Songtexte Mania