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I am the suck of air you take that you've had many times before; I am the blow you try to fake, but which still throws you out the door; I am the air that fills your lungs, but leaves you emptier below; I am the void that you can't explain, but which is where you want to go. Flame sucks between the balls of steel; nothing moves, the air itself congeals. Look at the flame if you want to, hear the sharp crack of the fission, smell the brief vapour of ozone, feel static motion. I am the love you try to hide, but which all can understand; I am the hate you still deny, though the blood is on your hands; I am the peace you're searching for, but you know you'll never find; I am the pain you can't endure, but which tingles in your mind. Flame sucks between the balls of steel; Songtextenothing moves, the air itself congeals. Look at the flame if you want to, hear the sharp crack of the fission, smell the brief vapour of ozone, feel static motion. I am the joy you really pay for, but which comes completely free; I am your god on the final day, for the truth is you and me... Aus Songtexte Mania