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We pass through these lives where there's always room to scrutinize the ways we were brought up. beat down and fucking washed up. for a single moment i noticed judgement pass from corner to mouth and then pushed out. you have no idea who the fuck you're talking about. walking lines and crooked paths influenced by chewed off ears. segregated by boundaries and years. i'll keep making my own choices. distill deafening noises that pass from corner to mouth and then sneak out somehow. if you had a single clue just who it was you were talking about you'd see i've come full circle to complete these chances to die freely Aus Songtexte Mania