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A beacon called to me, with bills in the belfry An angel watched history sell the ringing bells of make believe I met a stranger, worn to worse, broken by the storm, who cursed; “Look into the mirror first, you are the same but in reverse” Extra extra, see the words they wrote upon the world You Tell your story through a pane of glass nobody heard The clock struck none before they passed me through another door A herald painted grace fully, in Imperium’s gallery Everything started to look like money The art, that charming capitulation The music sounds like desperation, buy me, play me, pay me honey My tender archipelago, just a speck through the window The better you less you see, you know (Post No) Bill’s stuck in limbo! The paint flaked to reveal black steel beams underneath Tanks lit for delightful wars in never ending iron halls Behind the final door where nevermore hangs heaven’s word for thee, An Instrument played by the wind, made by the masterpiece-machine The holy House of Keys fortifies techdromedes Only Time will tell you when to live, and when to die Waves made promise to the sand to push, that each new age would stand Above the last tides fading dream, to drive with purpose to the green Now dreams torn apart by time, repackaged new by Dr. Smile Look like the old ones we forgot, so jaded in our hands they rot He plays the hopeless like a fiddle, the world made to pass through a riddle Led astray, the blind apostle forgot what was impossible SongtexteMedusa offers you a cheque, the key to heaven ’round her neck Torpid idols turned by staring, tender mercies cold to Charon Life lived on a gilded leash of opulence and gritted teeth Comfort and beauty assured; “Yes I will obey you sir” All the music that you hear came from a box inside a locked Factory where keys were built from plastic and they press themselves Cities crumble down to dust, burdened by the weight of lust Lured by reverence and fame, slums of exquisite remains Art marked with the masters seal is just a prison for ideas Under his watchful eye it stays, afraid to leave the golden frame You always thought there could be more, the truth is locked behind a door On bended knee, prone to behold, you strain to watch through a keyhole I didn’t have an answer when the locks made quarter ’round my neck The tide pulled back as darkness fell, and so the sand lay still again Aus Songtexte Mania