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Where is your God?
03:29
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Hiding,
Lying,
Fate deciding,
Comatose to man...
Another disease - ready to blow!
Another mouth to feed - ready to blow!
Look there's another one - ready to blow!
A fucking loaded gun - ready to blow!
You spread your disease on the world
Infecting every boy and every girl
Society continues to rot
I ask you this, where is your God?
Mass infected
Hate injected
Takes you by the hand...
Another disease - ready to blow!
Another mouth to feed - ready to blow!
Look there's another one - ready to blow!
A fucking loaded gun - ready to blow!
You spread your disease on the world
Infecting every boy and every girl
Society continues to rot
I ask you this, where is your God?
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2. |
Punish yourself
03:50
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Through all the trees and all the grass and all the tooth decay
To all the friends and all the girls I've lost along the way
I feel regret
I feel remorse
I feel a sense of shame
I'll be the first to raise my hand so I can take the blame
I'm self effacing
Self erasing
Paranoid and hollow
I need other peoples personalities to borrow
It's not funny
I am a walking disease
I am a bubonic plague
I am not easy to please
I am too late to save
I deserve an unmarked grave
There is no love that I crave
I drink and I smoke
My life is a fucking joke
I waste any talent I might have through every fucking hate filled day
It's not funny
Become a godless mistake
Become empty and fake
I turned my back on my art
Distorted right from the start
I suffocate under the weight
And I will suffer my fate
I only realised
When it was too late
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3. |
Born to make it
04:33
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All of your life you had this feeling within
That you could do much better in another skin
But the elitist above and the peasants below
Keep you stuck on the side in your misery throne
And all the drugs in all the world could never ease the pain...
Some people
They can't take it
But you and I were born to make it
Those people
They might fake it
But you and I were born to make it
Ever had the notion you got something to prove?
Or maybe you're a bitter man with nothing to lose?
Always searching for a meaning in your substance abuse?
I guarantee a better man would tie his own noose...
And all the drugs in all the world could never ease the pain...
Some people
They can't take it
But you and I were born to make it
Those people
They might fake it
But you and I were born to make it
It won't stop
It never stops
Some people
They can't take it
But you and I were born to make it
Those people
They might fake it
But you and I were born to make it
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4. |
Full of self importance
03:31
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6. |
Inhuman
01:18
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So scary
Inhuman
Apocolyptic
Confusion
Distorted
Misleading
Your children
Are bleeding
Fuck it
Psycho is
As a psycho does
This insanity?
It isn't over...
I see the light at the end of it....
This makes me happy...
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7. |
Peace of mind
05:22
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Am I in love with a memory?
Am I in love with how it used to be?
I pour a drink heavy over ice..
This is not the way it was meant to be...
Why must I always kill myself,
I'm living life in a wishing well,
The blackouts are happening more and more
And I feel sick to my very core
So what the fuck went wrong?
No matter.
I will find peace of mind and get it right this time.
You wanna make it, you wanna make it?
So what the fuck went wrong?
Pushing on through the suffering
I'm coming close to the finishing line
Another car crash cliche of a man...
...at least I know what I am
I will find peace of mind and get it right this time...
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9. |
Fuck it off
03:29
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White walls covered in a veil of shit
Got some drinks
Got some drugs
Got a motherfucking nervous twitch
The brain drain cocaine shitty music sounds the same
I came here tonight on the warpath to fuck it up
Maybe this is all a part of a plan
That's why nobody can understand
Everything will happen if I just let it be
Take my time and focus on my needs...
Blackout,
Freakout,
Self destructive down and out
Freeze dried,
Flash frame,
On the warpath
FUCK IT UP
Maybe this is all a part of a plan
That's why nobody can understand
Everything will happen if I just let it be
Take my time and focus on my needs...
FUCK IT UP
FUCK IT OFF
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10. |
Holocaust your soul
05:36
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Black veins twisted in tight
No hope and no shining light
Fade out like a dying star
Or hit the wall like a speeding car
Face facts,
Reality hits,
It's just as subtle as a pile of bricks
Shake hands with razor blades
My hate comes in so many shades...
Fade away to memory
Fade away in shame
Face to face with the holocaust
Deep inside your brain
Never ending pleading
Never ending pain
Face to face with the holocaust
Deep inside your brain
Comatose with some feeling within
Wait around for the peeling of skin
Bleed out from an endless tiride
Another victim of the fashion brigade...
Life feels uncomfortable
Love feels uncomfortable
You are face first with your misery
You are not the first in history...
Fade away to memory
Fade away in shame
Face to face with the holocaust
Deep inside your brain
Never ending pleading
Never ending pain
Face to face with the holocaust
Deep inside your brain
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12. |
Fake it
05:39
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One more time I find a fake
A complicated lie to hide a simple mistake
The situation makes no sense so all you get as compensation
Is another hangover
Another day of sickness
When people try to help you out
It only makes things worse
Fake
Fake
Fake it like you do
One step into the fire
Lets go
Lets go
Raise your glass and toast the liar
Lets go
Lets go
Heads up,
Going down
Lets go
Lets go
The last sick boy in this town
Lets go
Lets go
No remorse
No regret
Just self abuse and no respect
You're one on one with seperation searching for some inspiration
There will be nothing left but a shell of your own design
You'll say it's fine but deep inside you know you're fucked
Fake
Fake
Fake it like you do
One step into the fire
Lets go
Lets go
Raise your glass and toast the liar
Lets go
Lets go
Heads up,
Going down
Lets go
Lets go
The last sick boy in this town
Lets go
Lets go
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Someone said that love is blind
That motherfucker just might be right
Everytime you step inside
The more time that you will spend denying that you're dying
A day has been lost and you must pay the cost...
Everything you've done or said
Is based upon the life you've led
Win or lose it's for you to choose
Take it, talk it, cut that shit and try it
You're dying
A day has been lost and you must pay the cost.
When you try too hard
We know all too well
You are deep inside a private hell
All the things you've seen
Too sick to mention
Are just a part of your redemption
On your knees you beg for sleep
You don't remember
You don't remember
Have you really got so weak?
Take it,
Talk it,
Cut that shit and try it
You're dying
A day has been lost and you must pay the cost.
When you try too hard
We know all too well
You are deep inside a private hell
All the things you've seen
Too sick to mention
Are just a part of your redemption
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