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I stand on defective landmines Plunging my feet every which way Relying on its chemical reaction To give me an inspired fight for my life CHORUS: Potential waters running Through translucent veins Ecstasy of the ride, pain of the fall My explosion has it all Lightning fuses, burning incense Implode, enclose, distraction The subtleties of my satisfaction Incarcerated into a frustrated action My hands are pulled to my face Metaphysical moviescreen of hope and horror I see myself impaled on trifles I am the one holding the rifle Chorus Consume my inner strength Take a pen and write the way TNT paints skulls on paper Explode the feelings, crafted disaster (x2) Aus Songtexte Mania