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[words: Rion Lipynsky] inside the winds of the stress tornado...in drug I trust inside the winds of the stress tornado...in electric I trust inspired by myself and the intoxicated enlightened-self STATICKSTATICKSTATICK I dared to cross a few lines to discover the coals which roast the secrecy... call me a pagan if that means if it means I am the crooked stick in your path I am that bastard..I took that oath A razor tongue could fuck you till you bleed! full of lust and a bad attitude... its all so raw and silver dont try to cover up the bleeding you cant disguise a sea dont accept a "seal" of nothing listen to the faint musick A nightmare soul... sold me a wound... so I torched the tyrant... and taught the thief! Aus Songtexte Mania