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Can't bleed the hate I left in you, take the power from deep inside, create what has gotten you down, then maybe you can be like god, and direct all of us around I hate making up these god dam songs, of the agony and twisted lies we've shown, I direct every single word to you, too prove how much you've put me through Images break my sensitive mind, of you and I at such good times Stopping at the 7'11's, and the malls we spent our last true thoughts then I see how much has changed... It just proves that time is a deadly weapon upon us all Douse the old times with gasoline, light your match of flames I see Slash out all your blood and feelings, of what I am to your own meaning Use your creative control, take out what I told, rip off your angel's halo, replace whats left with hell It's sad how the violence tears us apart, Songtextebut how am I sad about that? You'll find a way to get back at me, but how am I sad about that? You sacrifice your whole fucked up life, to turn mine into a living hell What the fuck is wrong with your own soul, I believe its just the creative control Douse the old times with gasoline, light your match of flames I see Slash out all your blood and feelings, of what I am to your own meaning Use your creative control, take out what I told, rip off your angel's halo, replace whats left with hell My feelings have left with out the meth, you say it just feels good, but its the start of death You wonder why I am gone today? I listened to what you had to say You said drugs are better for those who are brave, but you've left me to rot in my grave... Aus Songtexte Mania