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six digit offers come calling to one's who sell a certain name this rough draft tragedy brings contracts and a spine tingling pain I find myself sick of this setting of this character I play and this poor scenery brings darkness and a face that's painted grey... I don't want this to break my skull into a million pieces that i left out in the cold I can't see you anymore poor puppet master in command of all the soldiers he will train to bring his tired story in all its glory to the big screen for three hours of unbearable pain that made him ink this drama in the first place I don't want this to break my skull into a million pieces that i left out in the cold I can't see you anymore would you care if I rewrote the lines? made the characters all die? and would you care if I rewrote every line? and took the credit 'written by' ? Aus Songtexte Mania