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Bad wind breathing in the streets tonightA gunshot rhythm to a decomposing lullabyI rest my head on the bosom of restless nightsDeath is dining at our tableWe feast on our nailsThere is a bullet with my name onWaiting to exhale inside of meThere's not alot of sympathyWith the life I'm leadingIf only I could begin againBut I'm not surprised it's the endI feel helplessI can't help it if I don't need a lullabyWe need a miracleIf this is where our hearts lieWhere is our home?I rest my head on the bosom of little faithStill we keep hanging on for a saintBarking serenade of panicThe moon is wailingQuench your thirst my sonMake sure you lick the knife cleanInside of me my life will be an offeringTo those that I have failedThere's a bottle with my name onAnd I'm waiting to inhaleI rest my head on the bosom of restless heightsI rest my head on broken promises Aus Songtexte Mania