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False love, from a false being Tiny hands cry out for a touch A single touch to keep Cherishing the beauty But thin air calls Vapours and ashes Nothing but utter desolation A false touch, from unwanted hands Desperately needing to feel The comfort of someone Relapse into memory A continuing nightmare That will never cease SongtexteTwisting and tearing its way through The skin, the heart No sense of feeling But one cold, numb shot of depression Always and ever to be The state of mind The state of existence Aus Songtexte Mania