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too many heartslocked in a roomcut precisely by the bookbreak out the folds,clip them in halffailing victims hitting it fastdesignate shipping them outsolo flyers making no soundcall it a war, letting them stayhaving them fightfor another day...and everything is on fire nowand everything is burning downhow can you explain thisstarting a lineclicking the tracksholding the pilots,holding the factscontrolling the noise filter it outechoes the bullet ridden crownno one is clear how to appear cameras moving far and nearfollow the gravesit equals the trailnow it's timethey're going to fail... Aus Songtexte Mania