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No god from the machine No saviors lay in wait We’ve left the wooded valley Headed toward the precipice This mountain is a monster Austerity bites, severe, serene Luddites try as they might Discontents appear in every face And dwell upon every tongue Our skin is cracked, our hands are heavy, our hearts are weary from the climb Our skin is cracked, our hands are heavy, our hearts are weary from the climb Austerity bites, severe, serene Luddites try as they might Discontents appear in every face And dwell upon every tongue Austerity bites, severe, serene Luddites try as they might Discontents appear in every face And dwell upon every tongue Tongue Aus Songtexte Mania