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Within her walls the shadows rideOn razor blades of goldAnd beauty dreams of sufferingPossessed by sickness coldHer eyes are dead as marble boneSo soft the flesh that wanesThe mirror like a sleeping godIgnoring yet her painThe ghost of sleep hold no releaseShe stays awake to bleedBut sanguine tears and pretty wordsWill never see her freedHer eyes are dead as marble boneSo soft the flesh that wanesThe mirror like a sleeping godIgnoring yet her painPoor beauty weeps in darkness stillHer hands encased in stoneThat echoes her silent screamingAnd the flesh is afraid of the boneHer eyes are dead as marble boneSo soft the flesh that wanesThe mirror like a sleeping godIgnoring yet her pain Aus Songtexte Mania