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Make that the bastards go away They stab you in the back and watch you bleed Cowards without hope in their sorry lives No matter what they to do they'll be never understood Gossip they spread around Tabloid paper for the masses But keep it outside my reach Cause I don't fucking care Act like they are some kind of god Arrogance written all over their faces Not for once they will criticize themselves Unable to see their faults and learn from them Specialized in comments Graduated in stupidity Blinded by envy Driven by frustration Try to make it work for once and maybe you will find That producing instead of reducing is a better way to spend your time Aus Songtexte Mania