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cocked and loaded pointed in my direction no protection guess your gonna hit me with it slow implosion no one knows what makes it all tick guess we're gonna burn out trying hollow to the core we are swallowed broken by the mold no one knows how we lost control no one knows why one explosion haunts you slow and small it all is a speck of dust you'll wipe right off in time and when it all ends how can you say you never were a slave look em in the eye and face it no one knows pointed in my direction guess your gonna hit me with it pointed in my direction guess your gonna burn out now Aus Songtexte Mania