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I have condemned myself To disconcert and, well... See the falling fire? To the falling fire I, worshiper of myself, I can barely fill The space between my hands The space between my hands I've gotten tired of the Superlamb Of the hysterical complaint of the ill-working Of the mantras, Christ, of the mantras Of the dead and the flies I have condemned myself To disconcert and, well... See the falling fire? To the falling fire -------------------------------------------- I have condemned myself To disconcert and, well... I've gotten tired of the Superlamb Of the histerical complaint of the ill-working See the falling fire? Of the falling fire Aus Songtexte Mania