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All your gods new and old are dead flying over our heads on a fraying thread your golden age is through soon we'll all be on the same plane as you been walking through us on stilts out of sight, unmarred by guilt but I can see you growing weaker the scales teeter you're falling from the sky one at a time you can't hide your crimes forever the line between you and your lies can't be severed your trade's shading our eyes but the scum under your boots is poised to rise Aus Songtexte Mania