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THIS is so cliche Another anthem, another rebellion Another voice, another battle call A million phrases and zero content Still it's just music after all If all these words bred some action We'd be living in a Tarantino film If all these pointed fingers joined each other They could form a million fists The same damn words, The same damn chords Over and over and over again Rhetorics and war drums And the blankness to remain Call it a ripp-off Call it obeisance It's smoke and mirrors anyway What's inside you is what matters The wrapping can be fun, admittedly Aus Songtexte Mania