Die, Testosterone, Die! Lyrics & Chords By Birds In Row

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?