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Eye of the quarrel open wide as the wound I still reach for the sun in spite of all of you I'm my own man built by my own hands Despite all the flaws which remind me of you Eye of the quarrel, is bearing down Eye of the quarrel, bestows the crown Frayed as these veins have always been I still have to wonder who let dysfunction in The little lies, distorted truths Smeared the perspective and made me love you Queen of the garbage, prince of the weeds My legacy won't inherit disease (from me) Aus Songtexte Mania