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As you sit in shallow thought And I a shallow grave No problem is done Because to you it's a game And for me, I don't give a fuck Reading people like movie scripts You loath the attention like a sitcom actor And I an issue A distraction Or an un-cued line That sits so comfortably in the back of your head You tear up the script and spit on the actors Your stomach wrenches And what a solution Have me banned Have me burned Have me thrown in the dirt Like fly on the wall Your so unsuspecting but oh so frail You pull the curtains, you make your moves And you act in the darkness The spot light flickers but fails And in your final victory I'm gone You are here The attention is yours But no, you wanted more than that SongtexteA victory suited for only your kind One of hollow endings Much like your views Then I laugh, I laugh from the grave Because though I am gone My shadow leaves a bigger print than your soul Than your soul My shadow leaves a bigger print than your soul (Thanks to John Tarr for these lyrics) Aus Songtexte Mania