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I'm not confused like you, pigYou're falling from your treeThere's something wrong with youThere's something wrong with meThere's nothing wrong with meI'm not impressed by you maggotsFalling on the seaThere's something wrong with youThere's nothing wrong with meBut there is something definitely wrong with youAnd the way that you viewYour place in the worldYou are wrongYou can say what you wantBut the truth is so clearHow can you think you are better than anyone?The thought of it is really just absurdYour cynical opinions have no depthYou're uninsightful and irrelevant, haven't you heard?It's time that you heardI'm not confused like you, twitYou Lester Bangs wannabeThere's something wrong with youSongtexteThere's nothing wrong with meThere's nothing wrong with meI'm not impressed by your rankAnd tried adolescent ennuiThere's something wrong with youThere's nothing wrong with meBut there is something definitely wrong with youAnd the way that you viewYour place in the worldYou are wrongYou can say what you wantBut the truth is so clearHow can you think you are better than anyone?You don't even create, you just critiqueIt's so obscene the way that you derive the words of artistsAbout whom you're not even worthy to speakNot worthy to speakWe think that you doubt having truth, truly propheticIt's creepy how you act as if everything is copaceticYour venomous wit is your crutchAnd your heart is so corruptYou degrade everything you touchBecause you're the champion of the dismissive review, yeahIn your signature style, we compose this review of you Aus Songtexte Mania