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[Onry Ozzborn]Day walk, a strut move illy,Misunderstood because my writing isn’t gimme gimmie,Gotta see the nozzle leaking first,Before interpreting what you think of the book’s cover and its worth.Money have you and this money heavy,He carry gold in his drapeaux pockets, stop tip profit levy,Already in the red and fortune telling tumbling.Sit by myself, talk to myself, murmur of mumbling,Numbers count on those cards you were dealt blow,Scuffing a pair of threes on purpose to break yo.Swagger was created by ish, and just a few we follow So took the commute, now here aloof, about to shootThat javelin off the roof, it's you, Olympian, let a moment of truth.Ask and you shall receive some shit that you just can’t conceive,But when it finally touches you, remember us forever be.Overlordian, electric blossoms, Spoiled rotten, not forgotten, robots block ‘em,Got a concoction of the god's offering,Space time argument, street life, we on with it, get off of it."Throw them" over and out and tell a better story"Toss them" over and out and those awards all bore me"Feed them" aim for me, please"Ain't got no time for the festive" to the wolves, to the wolvesSongtexte"Throw them" over and out!"Toss them" over and out!"Feed them" over and out!"Ain't got no time for the festive" to the wolves, to the wolvesDark time sunshine.[P.O.S.]Wallowing in it ‘till my head splits it, To the bottom of it, ‘till I hit the bottom like the bottom line.They got ‘em, watch, I’m out of lines,Stop looking undermined, 'cause that aroma doesn't match the cookingWe hunger strike, they like fresh, less to feed.Yes indeed, there's less and less and less and less and less for meAnd less for free, except the heart, especially speech, they call it art, (please)I’m on my own time, crossing up the Rubicon but yeahYeah, my own means, tell me again about your purchasesThat’s great, really, nothing seems more poisonousThan trying to spend your way out of worthlessness (I'm not sorry)Smack dab but this city’s like the rat’s labThat big scurry, give me that, hurry back.Fury in the belly like a hurricane, trappedBut don’t even know to bite back.Just in-fighting and in-flight mealsStay in step, smile at cops and pay bills.We’re probably not like you- correctWe’re probably not what you guess.Overlordian, electric blossoms, Spoiled rotten, not forgotten, robots block ‘em,Got a concoction of the god's offeringSpace time argument, street life, we’re on with it, get off of it."Throw them" over and out and tell a better story"Toss them" over and out and those awards all bore me"Feed them" aim for me, please"Ain't got no time for the festive" to the wolves, to the wolves"Throw them" over and out!"Toss them" over and out!"Feed them" over and out!"Ain't got no time for the festive" to the wolves, to the wolves Aus Songtexte Mania