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I get's no realer than these imposters in your faceYou seem like a nice kid, beware of the monsters that you chaseI've chased my tail, through Adam Smith's greatest plantationAnd when they mock me, diss on my creationIf your not Disney Club enough, reality can break your striveSon, it's not defined by who they offend and whyIf you know your enemies, you know yourselfIf you have no enemies, you're nobodyBetter to be nobody than every man, I'm not like youI talk with my hands and avoid them on a molecular levelThese are tears of the machines of the godsCouldn't be any worse even world was...These are the tears of the machines of the godsCouldn't be any worse even if the world was goneYou're either with me or against me, either stone me or defend meYou can exude demons daily, but still feel not emptyChristian lady at Pizza Hut - you say "God had his hands on me"I wonder if he still does?If he is he must be strangling me with his magnifying glassPointing fire at my feet, "I love the way you dance and you cry, while you're dying the street"I try to write topical songs, but ideas, they rain on meWhen I think about life it's good, if you don't care about anythingNo pigs in my blood, only the cold taste of rainSongtexteRefreshing until my teeth fall out, determined to live life on these termsMany will burn to their closeness, seek not to die of heroin overdossesCaught a few rides with vultures when I needed a planeAnd where we fell, even the rocks forgot our namesUsed to be a big mouth ego-maniac, never listened a lotWhen I visit the Arab world, we'll throw a bomb into the parking lotWant to live on the edge, not get sucked into the abyss looking for life in the cracks of the wallsYou could say I drift between this world and one we've already destroyedUp to my neck in confusion, or is it lava? Aus Songtexte Mania