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Paint again without colors Drawling lines is not enough All your acts aren't drawlings You can't hide them anymore You can laugh, but you can't feign That this line doesn't matter You can try, but you can't get What hands need to create Drawlings vanish, time says You're about to paint your face Now watch your step or you could strumble Strumble on your fucking dirt You can see, but you can't face What your fear's about to taste You can try, but you can't learn That scorn's what you deserve Whoever you are Whatever you want from me Whatever you say Fuck off and walk Draw yourself you'll see nothing You're just link in a wrong place The wrong words, the wrong faces Twisted lines is all what you paint You can see, but you can't face What your fear's about to taste You can try, but you can't learn That scorn's what you deserve Aus Songtexte Mania