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Stretched my skin and dried Sewed myself up and filled to the neck with wine Still we lie. Back's to hell facing the moonlight. Has the well run dry? No, the well's half empty with a boy trapped inside Alive, scraping the surface trying to see the light But when the hammer comes down Will it bend the nail at the neck? Or scar the hand Of your maker, this dream's architect When death is infinite Will your God ask, "What did you expect?" And when the hammer comes down Will it only leave a dent? Heard the truth once and like a lucid dream Awoke one more and smelled each brittle matchbook bridge burning. We got our hands dirty Scarred the face of God's country So much to say, so much to sing So what's to think? Nobody's listening Aus Songtexte Mania