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Trying to outrun mother nature's gun Pointed at the back of your head. So afraid of what you've become, The work slaves, walking dead. And you're choosing death while you decide your lunch It's the ripping feeling in the depth of your lungs Wake up dreaming of a new sensation While I'm put to sleep with your transgression Hiding behind the strings of my lust And you know this shit's become a must Spinal tapped, and drank my pride in chai Damn, how easy to lie. Aus Songtexte Mania