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Hi I have fucked up dreams 'bout painting these walls with brain You're getting all on my nerves, your death ain't hard to arrange Went to my doctor, he said that I am mental insane I lick the blood off my fingers 'cause I cannot feel pain Don't let me, fire starter Don't play my game, I'll test ya I might just die a martyr I might just light his chest up When I apply the pressure When I apply the pressure When I apply the pressure When I apply the pressure (Awoo) Go, go, go, go Go, go, go, go Go, go, go, go I dug your grave Now, stop moving, moving, moving Now, stop moving, moving, moving Now, stop moving, moving, moving Now, stop moving, moving, moving Aus Songtexte Mania