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you hear that sickly sound creeping throughthat there vine?you find the ticky-tacky taking up the air timesee it's a fickle racket built by nickel snatcherstrick em like fashion, then pinning theircasket airtightflavor of the month swimming deep throughthe sea of sickcouldn't feel the plastic if you stabbed mewith the needle tiplet them ego tripso sick, money cash hoesis that what your ethos is?hey little rap star, rock star, narcissist,how about a little self-respect?what did you sell, what did you tell yourselfwhich piece of you sold to get that check?how many songs about clubs and bottles,drugs and murder can we take?watch them climb and fall until thevertebrae breaks outDoomtree birds of prey, tell your city it'sthe takedownthis is radio opaqueleave them so sick, better call Saint JamesSongtextethis is radio opaquein a transparent industry they're looking so vainso crisp and clean, so crystallineDoomtree so thick we let them rip at the seamsfall from the web they got them inand twist with the fact that their existenceis fraudulentthe sound is all rotten not to mention pretentiousno filter no taste call you Benson and Hedgesyou took the stencil and traced the edges,penciled in feathersI heard the eighteenth letter and learned tomake that bird fly betterla di da di you can act like the Fonziebut inside you're Fozzy Bear, find a new hobbyduck the button-up-shirt-gluttons feedinggreedy mouthswe do it on our own and leave the majorsbleeding outwho you needing now? those numbersdon't match mineI flat-line the sign-on-the-black-line bodywrite rhymes and capsize the white-line-lobbyshit, don't believe the hype manthis is radio opaqueleave them so sick, better call Saint Jamesthis is radio opaquein a transparent industry they're looking so vainwhat's sick Aus Songtexte Mania