Songtexte A Touch From Death - Paper Mache Kisses
                                                Hidden 
                                                behind 
                                                    a 
                                                wall 
                                                of 
                                                secrecy 
                                                Hidden 
                                                behind 
                                                    a 
                                                void 
                                                of 
                                                misery
 
                                    
                                
                                                It's 
                                                the 
                                                truth 
                                                only 
                                                    a 
                                                few 
                                                will 
                                                ever 
                                                see 
                                                You're 
                                                    a 
                                                sheep 
                                                and 
                                                it's 
                                                all 
                                                you'll 
                                                ever 
                                                be
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                dark 
                                                shadow 
                                                with 
                                                    a 
                                                head 
                                                of 
                                                horn 
                                                An 
                                                evil 
                                                spirit 
                                                with 
                                                    a 
                                                shapeless 
                                                form
 
                                    
                                
                                                You're 
                                                just 
                                                    a 
                                                puppet 
                                                with 
                                                no 
                                                real 
                                                voice 
                                                So 
                                                kill 
                                                your 
                                                master 
                                                then 
                                                we 
                                                can 
                                                rejoice
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                sorry 
                                                state 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                world 
                                                affairs 
                                                Keep 
                                                us 
                                                bitter, 
                                                keep 
                                                us 
                                                poor, 
                                                there's 
                                                no 
                                                time 
                                                to 
                                                care
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                leader's 
                                                words, 
                                                they 
                                                hold 
                                                no 
                                                truth 
                                                The 
                                                lies 
                                                they 
                                                spew 
                                                from 
                                                the 
                                                mouth 
                                                of 
                                                proof
 
                                    
                                
                                                Tangled 
                                                in 
                                                so 
                                                much 
                                                red 
                                                tape 
                                                The 
                                                mind 
                                                is 
                                                machine, 
                                                only 
                                                job 
                                                is 
                                                rape
 
                                    
                                
                                                Tangled 
                                                in 
                                                    a 
                                                skew 
                                                of 
                                                death 
                                                Everything's 
                                                polluted, 
                                                every 
                                                single 
                                                breath
 
                                    
                                
                                                Falling 
                                                from 
                                                this 
                                                precipice 
                                                Heading 
                                                towards 
                                                an 
                                                early 
                                                death
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                don't 
                                                seem 
                                                to 
                                                care 
                                                that 
                                                much 
                                                We 
                                                kill 
                                                everything 
                                                we 
                                                touch
 
                                    
                                
                                                It's 
                                                feast 
                                                of 
                                                vanishing, 
                                                the 
                                                fire 
                                                of 
                                                blood
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                innocent 
                                                ones 
                                                have 
                                                spilled 
                                                the 
                                                blood 
                                                The 
                                                people 
                                                in 
                                                charge 
                                                should 
                                                be 
                                                hung, 
                                                they're 
                                                shot
 
                                    
                                
                                                This 
                                                place 
                                                is 
                                                getting 
                                                way 
                                                too 
                                                fucking 
                                                hot
 
                                    
                                
                                                Falling 
                                                from 
                                                this 
                                                precipice 
                                                Heading 
                                                towards 
                                                an 
                                                early 
                                                death
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                don't 
                                                seem 
                                                to 
                                                care 
                                                that 
                                                much 
                                                We 
                                                kill 
                                                everything 
                                                we 
                                                touch
 
                                    
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