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My future depends on this throwback rhythm my past depends on me telling tall tales of living what i've yet to live and what i'll never see i can pace the ground forever but my head is six feet under meaningless words with heartfelt punctuation the untold story of this burial's plot ...performed at breakneck speed i stay close to like minded minds with a distaste for themselves and a lust for loose ends because we're always leaving something undone while someone is always leaving our homes alone let's hope confidence never rears it's ugly face our heads are already swollen our hands are already full we're moved by cocksure swaggers and we're oh so sure of our cocks i would shout this to my echo but that would ruin the surprise so the stage is taken with a skeptic's step i'm knee deep in open eyes Aus Songtexte Mania