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The mirror image of guilt reflects Causing conflict and self denial Open hands with stipulations Force feeding what you want to feel Let the sweat pour out as the sun gets closer Maybe it'll burn our problems away Chase your faith in science fiction As the facts lay in front of your face Terror has no sympathy It's gonna bleed you dry, before it gets better We just choose to turn our backs And play victim to Occam's razor Screaming at each other Justified hate in the hands of liars Dodging the truth with naive eyes Only pulls us close to the cardinals in the trees Open mouths but nobody's listening Personal advocates for the devil we know A small reflection in every broken mirror We're chasing ourselves further into the ground Terror has no sympathy SongtexteIt's gonna bleed you dry, before it gets better We just choose to turn our backs And play victim to Occam's razor Hate becomes our salvation As blood turns into gold Terror has no sympathy It's gonna bleed you dry, before it gets better We just choose to turn our backs And play victim to Occam's razor Aus Songtexte Mania