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sharp black lines cut deep acrossthe gray rings fat swollen growth breath less dry hack ashen facedthe sick patient wheezing lowit looks like nothing so much as a canceras seen from above, dividing and spreadingthe pace is quickeningand I feel the toll it's taking under my handround and rounddry hot red drained pock-markedit keeps going but it's deadly thincan't quite root out the cause butyou know what the number one suspect iswe look like nothing so much as a canceras seen from above, dividing and spreadingthe pace is quickeningand I feel the toll it's taking under my handsround and round Aus Songtexte Mania