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Flowers are fed by the guilty sun guilty for keeping the life command winds groa to storms, storme bear further sons thia is my breed... thia is my cycle of need. If you pay for me - I cannot be. Lost in you and nothing but peace in my hands nothing but a smalltalk with my death nothing but the pioneer who climbs the highest mountain to fall. And the course of the stream makes us to madman we've been awakes the psychopats who rests to watch the suffering process. You have not pleaded for me - now I'll be. Lost in you and nothing but peace in my hands nothing but a smalltalk with my death nothing but a pioneer who climbs the highest mountain just to fall... Aus Songtexte Mania