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Crudely arranged in a spot not even Christ can claim It's been that way for too long to save our hairs from grey I loved you since you were a child before we both grew our dirty mouths "So what?" you say It's not okay Still wearing a blood soaked filthy blouse "For every God we claimed was good, did you think we'd be left rotting in the woods?" "You can blame us for the youth we had but god you loved me so goddamn bad." To my dismay you speak the truth but only when you want me for yourself It's a bitter fruit, a sympathetic pill, writhing through the salt soaked rings of hell There are depths that can't be seen; the holy mess when you can't forgive yourself Egyptian flowers, some ancient war, an angel in your teeth on the ballroom floor You run out crying towards my car as a gesture for your fear of old age I follow your indulgent pain, I ask you do you feel so safe? You say, "Fuck your face and fuck your blame," "The only thing I claim is your last name!" Now I know my fear and I know my place My bank account and my Welsh last name We are hollow, We are vacant, We are happy with death in mind. We are pregnant, We are shallow, We are fixed on a cruel dark plight We are fixed on a broken down, some jumbled, unfortunate lie. Aus Songtexte Mania