These things are trendy and your mind's not clear. Don't you live only half of your message? What a fucking hypocrite, You preach the tolerance with a leash in your hands. You see her as a fucking indie peepshow, Man, you ain't worth a little smile And your balls have nothing to do there.
Understand, you could have tried to feed a movement, But you've forgotten the main thing: You and your manhood, we fuck you! This scene is trendy but your place's not here. Don't you use only half of your brain? And I can't believe your violence Is no rampart high enough to hide your weakness. But stones are falling, Leaving you naked and I won't stay: What am I missing?