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The young are immoral the old are all wise youth always lost on thesebastards plaguing land and sea-tapping endlessly better unborn thanservitude backs on our latitude. I hope to outlive beauty and graceleft with only human waste discussing matters of our place cloaks androbes set ablaze. Praying to stand degrading a heartland dollhousecastles line our eyes lost in our minds. Plastering each and everyfinger inside and out building the stage for hollow plays. Forgivingourselves in one great epilogue this is pathetic dialogue. Swimmingin phrases waiting for placement reciting directions to a bleedingheartland. Where masks are skin sewn shadows fed to tyrants thenoise of drums beats down our existence to nothing. These bastardsare forced to grin and bear it we are all cursed with ease this patheticdialogue has turned into my epilogue I apologise for nothing Aus Songtexte Mania