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I'm about to faint no one remembers you when they're dead or praises you from the grave I can't sing if I'm six feet under weeping and it's flooding in my bedroom tear ducts running You list each one within you record Enter tears into your ledger Consider all our sighs we lay requests before in expectation My thoughts trouble me, but so do gaping stares of the wicked Open up their mouth-throat it's an open grave it's a misquote They love each harmful word whatever is unbefitting And the fuzz won't quit We have sinned even our fathers did We traded in the God of glory for an image of a cow that eats the pasture Offered as a sacrifice all our children Songtexteto the demon we've hurt a lot and hurt a lot of kinship Pry us loose from this grip... Aus Songtexte Mania