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Stormy weather In the cracks of an altered art Hold my form together As a solemn [?] I know that the marvel makes up the things that I see And fills me with affection But I will lose the vision of individuality If I go in this direction Dirty fingers Washing down The need for thinkers To concede to clowns But I don't feel sold For morning's sake It'd be more insane To sit here mourning saints I can't think no more I can't think no more I'm no [?] conception of my reality I'm a brave mid from imperfection Does the answer lie within me, true dualities If there's no meaning upon reflection? I need answers I need answers I need answers I need answers, I need answers Aus Songtexte Mania