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oh i feel it, i feel so low reaction sees itself in burning blazing gold waiting in the corners on the boaters where the boyfriends all sink low and all my hands can do is fold themselves in the valleys in the coridoors, in the ceilings over you oh in the kitchen where my beatrice sweats her glow reaction sets itself today when i run home wheres the keeper of a photon daytime sleeper and all my hands are us the frozen song that calls upon the blessed bus so cry and whine while guest speakers sink into brine im the sendup of a hallowed tradition true so i honor thy friends, they are just bends in a slapstrick tradition, loyalty bends under the shadow of an empire's true eat your russian berries, eat them in the monestary and its all that i can do you better hold tight because even cancer needs a home Aus Songtexte Mania