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Isn't this enough to feed your lust does the blood not satisfy your tongue it used to kill the cravings it used to soothe the beast I used to chant the suicide mantra and it was all that I could hear and you waited for the endge so you could be the vulture so you could feast away but now you grow impatient and the hymn is not enough you're begging for the symphony and calling for the maestro to strike up the band and cut my feeble throat isn't this enough isn't this your ride playing with the handgun painting with my blood and constructing ugly portraits to make me burn the brushes Aus Songtexte Mania