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Up for three daysUp for three daysDown under ground for six moreIncisions cannot penetrate my feetTripping, gliding, falling numblyHands held together with unwanted skinRipping, hiding calling dumblyYou, in houses of mudYou, in gutter sleep-loveYou, born to slaughter-swathed glovesYou dressing daughters and sonsLike you, I am broken and fragileLike you, I am tasting my heart for the first timeLike you, I am feeding on slumberLike you, I've left my eyes far behind meDown for the count I'm still drowningI'm still drowningThe eighth daySleep, the eighth dayClawed my way back to the firstNo gentle fingers collapse on my eyesWeeping, prying, struggling blindlyThere's no sanity standing me back on my feetSongtexteI'm in an empty roomI'm burning books from youI'm lost in bed with youBreaking these mirrors to end all I've seenLike you, I am broken and fragileLike you, I am tasting my heart for the first timeLike you, I am feeding on slumberLike you, I've left my eyes far behind meDown for the count I'm still drowningI'm still drowningI'm still drowning Aus Songtexte Mania