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Tell me I don't need a blade that's razor sharp just to keep my thoughts under a lock and key. Making bad decisions, press along while nails dig into me, scream for help but no one cares, it doesn't matter anyway. Tell me I don't need a blade that's razor sharp just to keep my thoughts under a lock and key. No. Light won't carry through the room, the doors are locked, it's darkening. Every step I take gets worse, solutions want to fail me Aus Songtexte Mania