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It's the injunction of youth naivetÃ©A basic function effortless grasp for gloryLow the standards take a bow to please the mind so Slow complexity denied aim low to reach theTop clone - that what is known tyrannyTyranny teenagers dictate don't you seeTyranny power bought with their parents' moneyA backwards revolution to hinder evolutionI come to the conclusion, those kiddies have to dieThis is why I shout and plant the seed of doubtThe vanishing of common sense of just rewards for excellenceNo glorifying of overpaid strippers, no minimalism and douchebag hipstersClean up this mess, of impersonators, of sing-along assholes no real creatorsGet rid of the robots, artistic cripples, no ordinary, no lower class and no art for the masses not for the ignorant, educate the dumbassesHere comes the rageOn the top of this redundant orgy of crapThrones a pack of suits pretending to keep it all on trackForce feeding you clones of the same simple turdWithholding you options and variationAbsurd is the fellowship they breed every daySongtexteScarier how simple to brainwash their preyJust induce a boner and you are on your wayNice cars and some bling bling why don't you just fuckingDIE!This is why I shout and plant the seed of doubtThe vanishing of common sense of just rewards for excellenceNo glorifying of overpaid strippers, no minimalism and douchebag hipstersClean up this mess, of impersonators, of sing-along assholes no real creatorsGet rid of the robots, artistic cripples, no ordinary, no lower class and no art for the masses not for the ignorant, educate the dumbassesBut I won't cede I'm here to stayNot all is lost in this decayYou're here that's why it's not in vainYou still make use of your brainIt's hate that binds us in the endUnites us all to a new blendA wide array not just a trendDeny the shit it's in your handClench your fist and bang your headScream and shout till pop is deadUse your rage and give em hellI know what is true, I will never become like you. You're a cunt!I scream and shout I'm down on my knees. Shut the fuck up I'm begging you, please.Argh, you've got nothing on me.It hurts so hard, so deep in my brain, I need to return this cerebral pain.Generic that's why I despise you, you know your music won't ever be true.You Hormonstrosity. Aus Songtexte Mania