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The dirt is on our hands And sober thought demands Paced shuffling of our spades Oh how often should we play We don't care what their spirits say What their ghosts will say What the dead may say Whose are these sacred rites? The dead don't need their eyes Why is this sacred land? The dead don't need their hands Whose are these sacred eyes? Their pow'r can hypnotize Whose are these sacred hands? They tear us down into the sand The blood is on our hands And sane reasoning demands Blindfolds be put on our blades And the steps that we must take Aus Songtexte Mania