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Born-to-scab solipsists are boogying for big commission (Don’t talk to me) Yes in your backyard you take handshake squeezes to extremes (Don’t talk to me) Nihilistic greeting to a flytrap hungry for a fist Don’t talk to me, don’t talk Who do you wanna prove you’re a big dog to? You turn the screw, but you’re using the wrong size tool Don’t talk to me, don’t talk to me Don’t talk to me, don’t talk to me If we’re adults then why macromanage every conviction? (Don’t talk to me) Breaks are out till feet below, four on floor in plague and snow (Don’t talk to me) Storm atop a broke umbrella, plans of the universe are not clear to you Don’t talk Who do you wanna prove you’rе a big dog to? You turn the screw but you’re using thе wrong size tool Don’t talk to me, don’t talk to me Don’t talk to me, don’t talk to me Keep the lines moving, we’re all supposing You’ll shoot your shot in space No ostentation, help me help make sense of Revenge in my veins SongtexteRevenge in my veins Taunting me with comment slop, monosyllables exhaust So don’t talk, don’t talk Don’t talk to me, don’t talk to me Don’t talk to me, don’t talk to me Aus Songtexte Mania