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[words: Rion Lipynsky] Feeling like a rusted machine on a virgin planet Sold my whore to the religious Bought my horns from america Vacation from life, distance from self Vacuum in the blue room Disasters are my specialty I never saw a bird fly so fast away.... ....too bad my gun was sleeping Trees are falling down like sleaze on the streets Hell is where the drugs are (heaven is where the rich are) In time revelation's will rape understanding Slivering like the serpent and sinful as the metallic goat Am I the golden secret? Is silver behind me? Look at your god run like a coward! Believe me when I say Id kill you before me Come to the roasting of the language Cheers to the end of speech Burn my filthy dollar, Freedom persuaded with heat You haven't lived until you've seen a dog in church and when I sell you a cult you best pay me in drinks or the box of truth.. You haven't lived until you've burned a flag on booze! Aus Songtexte Mania