.Ich nenne es Grübeln das nur Panik schürt
Harten Stoff, der uns den Hals zuschnürt
Was unseren Geist mit Gift, Gift, Gift füttert
Gesunde Schienen durch Tränen verwittert
Jeder Glaube ist nur so viel wert
Wie der Wille, der uns daraus nährt
Weicher Kern trifft auf.
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