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So now we are untied We ate ourselves alive Gave up the gift With our arms open wide You can see Through the hole In our pride And we are quite like the trees Who eat their own fruit Some plant the seed Some water the root The level of water Continues to rise When it reaches your heart You'll finally be wise To answer the question To tell us the truth Some follow the river And some follow suit Rolling out carpet Of Crimson to ride We are not the ones With impossible dreams It's true if you think you can fly We are in a circle, a paradox scene Our feathers are stuck in our eyes Rolling out carpet Of crimson to ride Aus Songtexte Mania