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I feel sick. I feel somewhere else.My brain won't let me get out of this mess that it's in.I feel alone, I feel like somebody elseBreathing air that is not rightfully my own.You say "Wait, how could you do thatHow could you break all that you build,Tear apart all that you've healed,How could you burn, up in flames,Every bridge that you've crossed,Every decision that you've made"There was a time when I was youngWhen there was a bird that flew high In the sky over where I stood,And he was happy, and he sang the blues,And I shot him down in the airA spiral path to the ground where I stood.There was a time when the world was youngerWhen there was a man that flew highIn the sky over where we stood,And he was happy, and he spoke the truth,And we hung him up in the air,With bloody palms over the ground where we stood.SongtexteSee we are not what you think.Take to the skies with your hands and with your headsAnd now listen, blot out the noise,See we have blood on our hands, We got death in our bones.Do you see what we're made ofDo you see what lies ahead.For there is life beneath the pain,Where there's light there will always be shade. Aus Songtexte Mania