Mantras Songtext
von Shaking Hand

Constant mantras, all my questions answered
Certain chances, some strange feeling answered
Letting go of et ceteras and the etiquette of some barriers
I met a match with the calibre of a static bug, pray for mandibles
A monument feeds the terrible, anatomical, all the words you keep
So lose yourself in the candlewax, you′re dancing on Before it's snatched