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Contours of your dead bodies chalked on the dirty streets, Hard to recognize as washed away by the acid you bleed. And they hold us so many... And they hold us so many hands Pushed too far â?? shut your eyes â?? pretend you understand & fake So many foul words to encourage us to walk on To ingore those besides us who constantly fall down Already crawling on their knees, their deterioration still goes on and on and on... Forget your real needs, forget what you feel And join the bloody march to satisfy their greed for benefits Yes, wear your smile, be happy in the meantime, But please don't ask what this is all about. And while you still think that all this is correct We won't take your next step ! Aus Songtexte Mania