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Callus is the phallus of inventionPerfection is a gallery conventionPride has caught a soul into retentionA mask to hide my solo retrospectionSend a shout out, tip my hat toAll the poets with the words who helped me get throughWithout connection, my retrospectionWill first solidify my own reflectionSo let me fly high with a visionAll the mountains at my stride to stop collisionA perfect reason, time of seasonThe sun makes ashes of environmental treasonOften lost on, only offer salvationAnd gave out, nothing in returnGave out, still the rising of reason must save usFrom all of that againFear can suffocate you like a breezeTake it by the hand and you?ll be on your kneesFrozen ?cause you?ve chosen not to runSearching for the reason that it?s come undoneOften lost on, only offer salvationSongtexteAnd gave out, nothing in returnGave out, still the rising of reason must save usFrom all of that againAll of that againAll of that againAll of that again Aus Songtexte Mania