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I awaken from what can hardly be called sleepStarving as if I had two stomachs to feedAn ebb and tide of images in my mind of the two of you Keeps my gut painfully emptyThe tar boils and churnsThe tar boils and churnsI carve out and deny these infections on my soul And watch as they spawn a life of their ownLeaving snail trails of scars over what little of me is still pureAs they crawl towards where The tar boils and churnsThe tar boils and churnsAborted parts of my psyche are all found nourishing themselves at these pitsBubbling forth from the recesses of my mind Where all I am slowly falls inAbominations of my being incessantly teethingThe tar boils and churnsThe tar boils and churns Aus Songtexte Mania