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A story without a name A desert journy that we became Another test of our power over coming on a blank day appalling how there running for the honor like a campain to be the leaders of a phony dead scene in a magazine i always figured there was something more gone, so many firiends and lovers so far, nothing to show in turn they'll take it all back, all those empty words. i'll show the dregs where all their slander has led. if it takes my whole life, for all the tears that i have shed they'll take it back, i'm making a pact. they'll take it back, i'm making a promise. i'm eager to the task, exposing all who wear a mask. it must be done. the storm yet to come binds us at one through it all, Songtextelonliness and adversity, failure and injustices only guide us on our way so prey, you won't be finding a faker nor will an opportune moment arise (Thanks to guitarboy1308 for correcting these lyrics) Aus Songtexte Mania