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we confused the table for an awkward place to sit catching flies inside our mouths and beating air with both our fists sounding off like clarions around the room we moved the wind in absolute and organizing waves in line with both our lips we pealed our fingers off the table scratched the bones for quite a bit assuming everything that laid there dead was there collecting lint in a more ordinary fashion than my old and tired skin familiar to the blemished wood that this here table was made with you'd like to smash the organs pumping breathing bleed i'm quite sure why this morning i'm still half asleep cold carcass framework torn apart as piece by piece our brains were half connected broken at the seams, do you still dream? Songtextewhen the smoke cleared all these angels were the devils that you dread assigning places for your soul with anchors on a molten bed and if the screams of apprehension don't appease the incubus he'll reach right in and pump your lungs and clank your heart with his bare hands oh, if life was on a tabletop... Aus Songtexte Mania