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When I looked into the glass I didnt see Any sort of prediction Thrown back at me Is fate just an abstract from Which we predict Not a destiny in which Changes are strict I don't know which way you think Our lives are going Slipping through a ceaseless stream Endlessly flowing Songtexte What happened between us then Made us so cold Sitting here and withering Just growing old Every breath we inhale Adds to the taste Of the life we managed to Completely waste Arson was the key to make Everything right Seeing them all burn was a Beautiful sight Setting fire to anything That I could find Never knowing that I could go Back into time Aus Songtexte Mania