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I scream to notice my fingers numbing more and more Losing my pulse, holding my breath Saving its allowance to purchase one last hope It's funny how fragile life gets, contained in glass Waiting for salvation to come, one letter at a time Forming redemption with ink and a feather How many times must these wrists be severed To bleed out all the tired blood Hold my words, dust my page Trace the ink strokes enraged Carving out liberation, with pencil lead Tones in flesh fed, lips to savor all truth, all pain The madness endeavor Not wanting to mix words I separate my intentions by etching syllables in wood Breaking down motives keeping store, what for? Writing verse in rhythm, meter with premise Currents forging cracks in smiles Too precise to recognize Knowing it's too late to reconsider my failing position I succumb, unthreading the tide to be overcome By this oncoming, unstopping mass SongtexteHold my words, dust my page Trace the ink strokes enraged Carving out liberation, with pencil lead Tones in flesh fed, lips to savor all truth, all pain The madness endeavor Aus Songtexte Mania