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wide skies although i'm always followed by doubt i walk through beautiful fields of late night and early morning dew where have I been? waiting slowing widows hearing gentle tongues of extremity all around me extremity and deceit I will explain blue eyes as mighty shocks through fields of men gathering, gathering around me oh they're gathering around me why is everything blurry? these days the light is liquid and murky I drink the scene but I don't really see see for me - yeah my near dead messiah pace with me across white slimy grimy tiles ethereal, near dead my near dead messiah Aus Songtexte Mania