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What I recall Remembered past is insanity And the clatter Misapprehensions of Killing you but not Fast enough to really matter The flume of your struggle Is flooded with sorrow and Poisons everybody near it I'm not a patron of yours anymore Don't want to hear it The sirens are your toxic spirit Of your addictions and shiftingness Inherited from your father I know you struggle to keep them in check But at this point why even bother The flume of your struggle Is flooded with sorrow and I'm not a patron of yours anymore Don't want to hear it The sirens are your toxic spirit Songtexte Well, friendships you have left Do not derive from love They're just a work form of charity I've wounded you and you've wounded you too At least we can feel good about the parities The flume of your struggle Is flooded with sorrow and I'm not a patron of yours anymore Don't want to hear it The sirens are your toxic spirit Aus Songtexte Mania