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Imprisoned in a tiger cage, where daily I'm fedA slow drip iv echo of everything that you've saidnow my shangri-la is just a place where the deadRise up out of their graves to make a meal of my headYou will be mineYou've got me thinking of you all of the timeYou've got me nervous and rehearsing my linesIn this witching hour now the stars have aligned.. It's our time..Ashes rising in God's lonely skiesIn a burning bed perfection liesYou know why I'm here and what I'm afterNow The prisoners become the captorMy manifesto's in it's final chapterSlip the noose and pour some champagne..Breathing heavy staring at the mess that we've madeNuclear showers feel like hot summer rainStockholm syndrome's just a debt to be paid You will be mineYou've got me thinking of you all of the timeYou've got me nervous and rehearsing my linesIn this witching hour now the stars have alignedSongtexteIn and out you gurgle, salivating on what's in your mouth, stuttering the word of God delivered in the dirty south, I'm taking it slow, watching you crawling to the stereo, Turn it up, soul suffocating, clawing the wallsSlip the noose and pour some champagne..Breathing heavy staring at the mess that we've madeNuclear showers feel like hot summer rainStockholm syndrome's just an amateurs game Now your shadow is my valentineI've Succumb to your whimYou've turned my blood into wineEvery breath your breathing out now I'm breathing inEvery move your slithering's a cardinal sin Aus Songtexte Mania