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Disciplinarian starts pitiless altercations That is what the people want That is reverence in the eyes of heads they hold aloft Never squat in sentiment, meet halfway or make amends That's not what the people want That is pissing in the wind and swinging to be clubbed Pissing in the wind Pissing in the wind Lulling fragmentation, this can multiply our cut That's just what the people want That is reverence in the eyes of heads they hold aloft The second you make overtures the neutralized will ransack you That's not what the people want That is pissing in the wind and swinging to be clubbed All this bulging muscle to be fluxed Swinging to be clubbed Pissing in the wind Swinging to be clubbed Pissing in the wind SongtexteThrobbing muscle Muscle, muscle, muscle Bowing muscle, muscle Muscle, muscle, muscle Fluxing of the muscle Tension-bound, tense and stout Fluxing of the muscle Not dialling down Not dialling down Shrinking muscle, muscle, muscle, muscle, muscle Deadening muscle, muscle, muscle, muscle Muscle, muscle, muscle, muscle Fluxing of the muscle Tension-bound, tense and stout Fluxing of the muscle Not dialing down, not dialing down Those who bark at temperate curse who would cave in and self-flagellate Come tearing at all you skewed minorities like rutting alpha mammals With their chests exposed and sinews taut and ready Ready This is their language This is sole gesture This is their faith This is out of harm's way This is their language This is sole gesture This is their faith This is out of harm's way This is their language This is sole gesture This is their faith This is out of harm's way This is their language This is sole gesture This is their faith This is out of harm's way This is their language This is sole gesture This is their faith This is out of harm's way This is their language This is sole gesture This is their faith This is out of harm's way Fluxing of the muscle Tension-bound, tense and stout Fluxing of the muscle Not dialing down, not dialing down Aus Songtexte Mania