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I have built a machine from the scraps of my body. Built it strong. Built it mean. Built to last for centuries. I grew tired. I grew weak. Watched my skin stop fitting me. Watched my hands freeze up in cold. I grew tired of getting old. I grew tired of broken bones. Traded syllables for stone. Traded oxygen for life. I was scared, too scared to die. Time has claws. Time has eyes, Songtextestaring down and breathing fire, sucking air. Swallow hard like the vulture that you are. Aus Songtexte Mania