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in the middle of this storm again, fighting fire only fragments of the life I had remain my enemy, my inner self, haunting me down brief touch of reality, I'm losing my gravity I've seen these clouds way too many times although the sky is bleeding I've seen these clouds way too many times still my eyes are dry the transfer is completed on to another place, another time your beautiful world is dead pitch black, with your burning flag in my hands is there anything left to save? except from revolting pride? is there anything left at all? is there anything left to long for? although the sky is bleeding still my eyes are dry Aus Songtexte Mania