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It's easy to reach sub zero Because I am so conveniently low It's easy to gravitate downward One of these days it's the only way to go Come on now pick your poison Come on and pain a picture Create and then destroy The memories of grand conjecture Waiting for the night to take us home Because we have no business in the sun Waiting for the fall to take us down Because we have no summer of our own Waiting for the night I seem to be heading this way Because I guess it's lacking in friction I keep accelerating Despite never really having any direction I'm prone to catastrophic Results and inner workings Come on and board the sinking Ship of fools and excess thinking Aus Songtexte Mania