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And so my soul collapsed into a big guilt wad Some big thunder law forces me to eat shit And if I was a word could my letters number a hundred? More likely coarse and guttural one syllable anglo saxon I'm a victim of fact let's say I loved a girl But the world was wrong and I was forced to march in line But it felt like handcuffs Machines disregard my pronouns I am defeated I am a cool damp clay Aus Songtexte Mania