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What happens when a match is lit The fire will brew Traces of smoke Representing a whole bunch of forgotten reasons When the trigger is pulled Is the fault the finger who pulls or the gun that fires It's a large vault jammed full of petty reasons CHORUS: It's a disciplined breakdown To let yourself down But in a conspired sequence Just when it gets tense The fall comes around Whose the fall guy when a string shatters its hold Is it the one who pulls the weak end Or is it the one who broke its hold With one snap, everything falls cold At any cost, it would subside SongtexteAll of this is suicide (CHORUS) The match is on its last burn The gun is on its last shot The thread is on its last strain And everythings breaking But its almost like a conspiracy Against your own self The tables will begin to turn And I won't be able to sustain All of this pain (CHORUS) Aus Songtexte Mania