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I'm ready to blow It's not my fault Don't waste a four-leaf clover Good happens to the owner Just wait, when the leaves fall They go below your faults Now you're just boring me to death I've got a catacomb underneath the same place I lay my head I've gotta bury them blind and then control what they find I'm hanging on a thread You know I'm ready to blow like I've told you I would Out of nothing you find your own authority Cleanse the water to send your holy blessings I'm flying solo, I'm falling so low, where do we go Out of nothing you find your own authority Forbidden honor will go as far as atrophy I'm flying solo I'll go Now you're just boring me to death I've got a cataract focused on a shaky conscience at best (shaky guest) I've got to make up my mind and try to make up some time I'm hanging on a thread SongtexteYou know I'm ready to blow, but not quite yet You know I'm ready to fold, can't count my cards yet You know I'm ready to forget all we've been through You know I'm ready for you The shaken are desperate for new sounds on old ground To bury reflections, infections from strong hands in weak glands And when they're awakened their vision will fade It aint a bit of my fault I'm gonna miss her. Aus Songtexte Mania