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Sometimes even tolerance is void of compassion So I'll ask if we can somehow ration some fashion room for fast action Removal of passion from the last stand we took against [?] stance Move past the future of perfection with conviction A numbness of remission or retreat of mission Until we're fishing for compliments and opposite opinions And strategically place neglect of excuses I've buried enough dreams, I've cut out the wrong seems Stitch up these guts, let's make us love, let's make us bleed It's what we need can form no facade baby Make me believe it, make me see it It's fortified past the bonified excuse past the lucid bigotry I am the composition of notes to a melody Were sung by a chorus of familiar sympathy I'm not worried about singing in key with the confrontation of conformity I'm just worried about you listening I guess I was too much to ask for I guess I don't know who I am anymore I'm sorry, I'm sorry I am [?] Take this gun from me I'm not going anywhere until these demons start to leave I spoke in the tongues of angels but every floral arrangement still didn't turn human beings back into ideologies They are all so much less threatening shielded by the pulpit SongtexteA clashing gong doesn't ring as deep as my pockets seem With hands buried as far as the east is from the thirsty [?] I love social justice just enough to smoke it socially Like fear is the opposite of love so let it be, a lie regardless I never knew you or your idol theology I'm on my broken knees Begging for your voice to see I'm on my broken knees Hoping these demons will finally leave What if this is all a lie What if this is all a lie What if this is all a lie Then I don't have to try Promise me it's all a lie Promise me we're just a lie Promise me it's all a lie It's all a lie So I don't have to try Aus Songtexte Mania