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Wipe the stains from off your face Thats your hand its not my place This whole thing is bad territory But really its just the same old story I cant remember all of the details But the answer no doubt lies in my entrails It began earlier, again on the double By now you'd think they'd know im trouble We hit twelve, you almost hit the floor I pick you up again to show you some doors I stand at the tired gates knowing you wont feel it if this love grates It all comes down to your sedated head And if not you someone else would do instead Trying to feed a ravenous beast Screaming for pain like wicked of the east Every body did break and bend A conscience is an easy thing to mend The creator is picking out a guilty trend This is not ok, its fun to pretend Cos theres a fool and ive a message to send I like games, love to be someones end Before you close your pretty eyes The lifeforce inside you burns and dies Aus Songtexte Mania