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Picked a spot below the drop Knew something was about to fall I've been waiting around for long enough Now I hear my non-call We're not subjects of your stupid precepts We're built on grains of truth It's a no-class, sight-unseen report Not swayed by your abuse I'm not boxed in Religious convention is your own invention Called the lightning-fast fist of Man But religious slates don't dictate our fate I don't walk around in a trance Disbelief is what we preach To the troubles that make up our mind When things fall short of expectations It's time to redefine Aus Songtexte Mania