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little princes in their parlorslittle dogs with jeweled collarslittle daughters with their fatherwalking down the hall of mirrorsbring the great book, bring the scribelearn today how we survivebring the portrait painters byand watch today how we survivehow we survivethe line must never depend on just onethere must always be a second sonhorus nexus, a praxis chorus, lets us singhymns and hexes, flex them porous, all around the ringstone stains wet, the moral's for us to watch what we spillif your pain pours through you willas the grain falls, when tilledthey may lay your body down with your name still fertilenames surviveif a strange fate should fall on the first onethere must always be a second sonthere remains the approach of river and panthe stream is rich, we'll find our goldwe'll let the water reclaim the sandand have some pleasure as we grow old Aus Songtexte Mania