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I can see you've got your pictures on these walls, They've been there for a year. They say that you went crazy with your guns, Then you disappeared. You disappeared. Lie down on this cold floor, And listen to my worthless words. I will be heard. It's easy to complain when your the one, With a knife against your back, And I'm holding back. And if you wish to ever see, All that you hoped for it's a wasted plea. It's killing me now. We can make this happen, Doesn't matter if we try. We exist and make a mess of everything, Until we die. We can make this happen, Doesn't matter if we try. This existence is a measure of moments, UNTIL WE DIE. The things you never cared for inside SongtexteA single digit bastard...who's dying. We're dying. We're dying. Lay down on this cold floor, And listen to my worthless words... Aus Songtexte Mania