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so he's asking every day should I go or should I stay all the time feeling his unstoppable fire counting the money for a killer to hire for himself to delegate the decision ending his life with human precision the world would sink into the arms of usurpers nothing is important ask the stray dog the oneeyed with the bag in the mouth how many percents hey do you have if it's less than forty you have to piss off usurpers try to fight us down so keep your laughter and keep your mind cos we know some answers they'll never be able to find let's drink the wine and let us sing sometimes bitter but without the bad concious of them who sold their lifes for nothing we are the ones to find the magicians book inspite of the pain of it's wisdom is entering our hearts like a hightide in the early fall either or complying with our own law only expecting the speech of your fools court that stutters syllabels on the taub world we are the one's to find the book either or Aus Songtexte Mania