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drop the songs about misanthropy. save the lines about losing sleep if the world isn't your oyster then chuck it back into the sea control your fear of no control and the tongue attached to your hips smile enjoy your shitty records and barely making rent oh the reviews? the words I felt drive through my wrists, by the time my blood hit the soil, I was hating it hating it instead of hating you, but now I don't care either way it and me and the guys in the photo are all the same alright all you hip bastards, we're gonna have some fun spite all that self-loathing shit intent is key, intent is key, your attitude is the lock, turn that shit, turn that shit till one breaks intent is key, intent is key, your attitude is the lock, turn that shit, turn that shit till one breaks Aus Songtexte Mania