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I don't sleep while I think about how I slept. (The subconscious announces the metamorphosis) Your wild claws stain our skin And I return restlessly. I face a static body... Only fingers move Without knowing why. I watch the world and the things In an almost perfect disguise. I'm a spy and a book of memories read in blood. Though I never had it with me, The increasing understanding is discontinuous. Unveiling an intriguing appeal, I almost burst my lungs In the abrupt inhale into the real. What remains isn't enough And I can't reach conclusions. I find the senses' vices Fucking indisposing me Terribly Aus Songtexte Mania