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Shouldn't fight what's coming Ebb and flow, cynical as we roll When you find your low Underground and crawling slow Searching out our fate Locked behind a guarded gate We're alone, but it's crowded Here, inside, no priest will venture We are dead, we are dead, yet again Much too long been digging Much too proud of the jewel you found Got that balance at your back Like a guardsman making rounds To the light we keep digging And I'll be damned if I'll turn back now Whichever path I make my own Until I'm rotting in the ground Don't let it find your number Redefine always right on time Don't let it find your number You might just lose your mind Aus Songtexte Mania