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Crank the ratchet slowly to measure our inequities Each bone that breaks reveal a new point of stress to me A catalyst of suicide, a wound to be dressed Quiet on the set, your death has taken its turn to be in progress [Solo Tony] Squeeze the hammer slowly to bury our honesty A song for dying swans reveals a path for me A catalyst of suicide, a wound to infect Our death will be appreciated, swollen tongue forever Laced with vitriol Choking on the residue we leave It's time to roll the bones Your end I must advise With confidence I sin False grieving now begins Belittles your demise In minutes just a memory of faded apparitions [spoken:] These are the final words that will be penned from me As empires rise, they do just fall And history shall forever repeat So now I dig deep into my black beating heart And with open arms welcome you to oblivion... Aus Songtexte Mania