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It's true what they say - the world's a mess and deserves no quarter, and it's true you're out of my depth, your drowning in shallow water. I'm not deluded, I am not deceived - I am not taken with your mystery! Let revelation stock the world, unfurl the raging sea - let the tempest rise tonight and set the beast within free. Another crisis, another fear - another prophecy to declare one more tirade, another lie - another reason to despise. I'm not deluded, I am not deceived - I am not taken with your mystery! With eyes of the cobra that spit out death, like a shark coming from the black depths, and we'll die as it all once began - like a burning fire brand. So tear at the sky with razor sharp talons. Lacerate, fly high - burn! Aus Songtexte Mania