Lyrics Die Testosterone, Die - Birds In Row

Die Testosterone, Die

These things are trendy and your mind’s not clear
Don’t you live only half of your message?
What a fucking hypocrite
You preach the tolerance with a leash in your hands
You see her as a fucking indie peepshow
Man, you ain’t worth a little smile
And your balls have nothing to do there
Understand, you could have tried to feed a movement
But you’ve forgotten the main thing:
You and your manhood, we fuck you!
This scene is trendy but your place’s not here
Don’t you use only half of your brain?
And I can’t believe your violence
Is no rampart high enough to hide your weakness
But stones are falling
Leaving you naked and I won’t stay:
What am I missing?