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The curtained scene amassed and sold out with a train of ghostsAnd on it's knee in an aisle sold off all the cloudsAnd the harpsichord man takes a bow in a suit of dazzling silverThe spotlight hits him like a dead grey moanHe takes the microphoneLadies and gentlemenThis is the death compositionWhat isKillingSuppressionIt sounds dead.To courtOur loveHe smashes the keys with the bone and bloodThe sun scratches at his windowHe's tied to the songsA bag of bloodHe's dying inA crescendoThe crowd whispers and he begins to speakLadies, Gentlemen, most have escaped it andAnd I've done nothingI stained glass from the pistol ball and IAnd I used it for lyricsSongtexteI saw the picture try eating gravel and IAnd deharmonized itI hurt that some may model it first and then IAnd I sing it to the thin breezeI am the dumb sins of tapeWe're cornered backalley skull fractured liesThe sins are in soundRazorburn razorburnAnd dying the portraits have seenYour commitment sell smilesAnd dying (as you die as you die kissed by the razorblade) there's a manThere's a man in the hall just on the leftThe scene is pulsingThe smell of candles burning lipsPolice are comingPolice are comingWith the guns in their handAlways they're comingWith the guns in their handsWhat isChokingDepressionIt sounds deadMedicCome quickThe audience gasps as the keys closeDear godHorrorA dead note ringing on the harpsichord Aus Songtexte Mania