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Chasin' down the demons in a getaway car, stitching an exit wound They've been lost here for a couple of miles Casting all their shadows on religious retreats, planning to spend the night They'll be dead here in a matter of hours As your shoulders turn on you, you're left with nothing but a spine And how we dance! And how we sing! They just stop and stare and stop and start the fuckin' riot. An hour has passed, an hour to go They just stutter speech and speak to spare the new messiah Chasin' down the angels in their holiday suits demanding enlightenment It won't be found here - heaven's closed for repairs The bible tells it stories with a fancy facade, its message cannot compare I would rather write my own rulebook As a poet in contempt, I hold myself responsible for all the actions I have taken in my time here on this earth And all the victims in disguise are held accountable as such Instead of fighting their own fate and crossing paths with the judge Because if Jesus taught you everything then nothing's what you've learned You could build islands with those hands but they're rejecting what they've earned And if Jesus told you anything then nothing's what you heard Your ears both form opinions while your mouth changes the words Aus Songtexte Mania