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Longing for every answer, I'll break down this door That stands adorned with secondhand insignias Whose meaning were lost along the way Dumbed down, so tired and torn So let it rain infinite wisdom down on me Wash your hands clean of our tangled history To the core, I'm left shaken Shattered when I hear your damning voice To the reigning champ of boiling blood! He reaches high atop his own for the ladder's rung So let it rain infinite wisdom down on me Wash your hands clean of our tangled history So let it rain infinite wisdom down on me Wash me away from this tangled history And in your infinite wisdom, can you scar from skepticism? Can you blur the lines between a nightmare and the perfect dream? Get your god damn hands off of me Aus Songtexte Mania