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| 4:31 | 
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"It's not like you can just kill me."
"Actually, it's a lot like that." Whatcha, whatcha gonna do? Who, who, who ya gonna screw? Play it like ya really bad Fire Wanna, wanna be the man Doin' everything ya can Play it like ya really bad Tired Can I interest you in nothin'? Will you buy my disease? You can take what you want You can have what you need Can I interest you in nothing? Ya, I think you'll be pleased If you're lookin' for war Open the one, two, three Door Bleedin' like a stuck pig Play it like you're really big Bleedin' like a stuck pig Don't matter No one loves ya baby now without sayin' please You got blood on your hands You got dirt on your knees Can I offer you salvation? Yeah, I think you'll agree You're about to fall About to fall The battle, the war The battle Inside job, ya got a revolution, yeah Napolean had less rage Self-made mob Ya need an institution Yeah, ya need a full time cage Why do you stay here? Why do you roam? Chaos feed the big man He ain't going home Ain't going home "It's not like you can just kill me" Disciple of chaos A self-made man Disciple of chaos That's what I am Disciple of chaos The silent roar Disciple of chaos Open the one, two, three, war Whatcha, whatcha gonna do? Who, who, who ya gonna screw? Whatcha, whatcha gonna do? |
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| 2. |
| 4:11 |
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I'm your crucifix, your burning light
I'm the perfect mix of wrong and right I'm your full-blown blue-eyed devil It's my nature to deceive You're the classic lost example With a need to believe, need to believe You want to Walk in God-like Immune to dyin' What was I thinkin' as I bent my knee and hailed? Walk in God-like Immortal cryin' What were you thinking as you took The hammer in your hand and nailed? I'm your black book that ya live by I'm the fisherman's hook that ya kill by I provide your inner peace Faith in complication I provide the means, the tools For blessed devastation Now you're closer to I'm your crucifix, I'm your black book I'm your crucifix, your holy black book I'm your crucifix, I'm your black book I'm your crucifix, read your black book Like lambs to the slaughter, they come Like men in need of water, they come I'm your full-blown blue-eyed devil It's my nature to deceive You're the classic lost example with a need to believe Need to believe Walk in God-like |
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| 3. |
| 3:25 |
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I'm comin' home, I'm comin' home to you
'Cause you can't live without me Who left the door, the window, gate locked? Who did? Didn't want me in Way back when I was just a psychopath C'mon, c'mon, c'mon and let me in Whoa! They tell me I'm insane Whoa! Just something with my brain I'm a good boy now, good boy now Certifiable I'm a good boy now, good boy now I know, I know, I know you're in there I know that murder is a sin I know I'm better than I ever was C'mon, c'mon, c'mon now, let me in You know I'm the same You know I haven't changed What you done? Just ain't right but I thought of you Every night It was as painful as a human bite But we'll be together again An' I know that you've been thinkin' of me 'Cause you want it the way it used to be So leave the light on so I can see and you better let me in You better let me in Motherfucker Whoa! They tell me I'm insane Whoa! They tell me nothing's changed Whoa! But you that I'm sane Whoa! But you know that I've changed Good boy now Good boy |
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| 4. |
| 6:47 |
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With time runing down
You make amends to the ones you have tried to destroy So profound To make amends to the ones who have tried to destroy you As confusion mounts As you fall in rank The heart and mind, throbbing Both go blank If you're not afraid Then why do you jump at the sound of my voice? If you're not afraid With time running down You've done all that you could to be close to your God Life unfound You've done all that you should to be far from your God's hands It blows like ash in the wind I throw no stone for I've sinned If you're not afraid Why do you question the good of your choice? If you're not afraid If you're not afraid Listen to for what you paid, but the speaker is a liar Working hard for what you made, your values are on fire Burning you down Scramble for what's good and right, testament to the manic The innocent flash before his eyes, the man begins his panic Burning him down What you are and what you've done is what you had to be What you are and what you've done gets the better of me Burning you down Burning you Down |
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| 5. |
| 5:20 |
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Here come Mister 'I ain't like that'
Mister 'You can count on me' Here come evolution, walkin' with stupidity Waste o' time, waste o' my time Give it up, lay it down, play the bottom line Waste o' time, waste o' prime time Hey! Let me shut that for you There go no one get over me Mister 'Not behind your back' Motherfucker got a larger than life Full o' shit, short o' fact There's a kind of hush all over the world tonight All over the world, you can hear the sound Know what I mean? Sit down and shut up Sit the fuck down And shut the fuck up Stoop motherfucker, gettin' under my skin Runnin' away with that mouth again Ah, ah, ah got nothin' better to do S.M.F., let me shut that for you Waste o' time, waste o' my time Give it up, lay it down, play the bottom line Waste o' time, waste o' prime time Hey! Shut the fuck up! |
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| 6. |
| 5:42 |
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It's a hit, hit
Can ya take a hit? On your belly up, suffer me this Like a shot down, knock down On your back down Take a hit? Suffer me this Ya get up, down Can ya walk, talk, hit, hit? Suffer me this Can I ease your pain, pain Ease the change, I'm the same hit Suffer, suffer me this Yeah! Hit, hit, hit Suffer me this Watcha do when ya thinkin' of you? With ya brain wrapped up Down deep in ya rubber head Ya open wide with the mob on ya side and everybody stompin' Everybody gonna see the red Put on ya bold face Put on ya cold place Harder they come, go Harder they fall Down! Down! Hard! Size eleven waffles 'bout the neck and head, honey Welcome to the garbage dump Gimme what ya live for, gimme all your money Bold face pagan stomp Bold face pagan stomp Come a kick, kick in the dick, kick Gonna make ya sick, kick, suffer you that Come the blood spills, get ya kick thrills On a will kill Suffer you pain In a pack whack, got a two on one track On a hit 'n' run smack, suffer you that Not though be the romp or the kick, kick, whap, stomp Stomp, stomp, stomp Suffer you that Yeah, yeah, yeah... Hit! Kick! Stomp! Yeah, yeah, yeah... Hit! Hit! Yeah, yeah, yeah... Hit! Kick! Hit! Suffer, suffer you that Harder they come, go! Harder they fall, go! Down! Down! Hard! Hit! Hit! Hit hit! Knows his religion and he knows it well The doctrine that he follows send him straight to hell He's side stompin' judgement, step ahead of the last Edict from the judges stating "This too shall pass." |
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| 4:13 | 
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| 8. |
| 5:51 |
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Cool motherfucker in a deep blue sea
I said, "I lose my mind" Cool motherfucker in through what I see I said that I don't mind He said, "Walk on through, we been waitin' for you There's a place set at the table Welcome, home is where the heart is And since ya been gone, my heart's been broke in two" Your return among the strangest see Your life's gone through some changes Don't recognise you Don't, don't, don't, don't, don't recognise Down home to the cool cool water Down home to the cleansing water Cool motherfucker said, "I know your name But do ya know your god?" Cool motherfucker said, "I had your pain Ya, then I blew my wad" My god made love and my god made pain I feel at home among the insane I see sunshine in the pourin' rain Welcome home, oh yes, I recognise you See, ya been rearranged to suit And you know we'll never change What they put ya through What they put, what they put, what they put ya... Move it to the right now Jesus, cleanse me, can you hear him? Jesus, cleanse me now |
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| 9. |
| 4:37 |
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What you say... hey
Comin' into somethin' that leave you empty, something so strong What you play... hey Comin' outta nothing that leave you bleedin', bleedin' so long Can you feel my hand on your shoulder? Can you feel yourself growin' colder? Something' outta nothing, a private bleeding, bleeding gone wrong Where you gone, man? Everything or nothing, the price to find out where you belong Did you feel your light growing dimmer? Did you feel your soul growing thinner? Something outta nothing, a private bleeding Bleeding gone wrong Something outta nothing I scream, through one-sided conversation As simplicity descends to dash the complicataion I explode with self-inflicted wounds I explode, a self-inflicted fool And now I bleed through the mourning after I bleed so you will believe I bleed Bleed through the mourning after You know I'd take you with me if I could If I could |
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| 10. |
| 5:18 |
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Here it come
I said here it comes Here it come I'm push 'n' pullin', back and forth and gain no ground A-knockin' down 'n' pound, pound, pound! Huh A-kickin', screamin', whack, duct-taped to make no sound A-sittin still to take the pow Going down hard with a bang, bang, bang shot Bring it Longer you live, you get what you give What you're reaping First out alive is the one to survive You are creeping Cold, hard fact: gonna get ya in the back, yeah Cold, hard fact: gonna put it in ya back, yeah A-spittin' blood and teeth and guts out on ya shoes A-kiss my ass 'n' born to lose, huh Like Mister Blond, tap dancin' Dali on P.D. All tied up in misery... pow Passing the buck as you run outta luck You are weeping Crossing the line, as you run out of time Are you creeping? Cold, hard fact: gonna put it in ya back, yeah Cold, hard fact: gonna stick it in ya back, yeah Cold, hard fact: gonna put it in ya back, yeah Said yeah, jerk, gonna put it in ya, put it in ya Cold, hard fact: gonna get ya in the back, yeah Cold, hard fact: gonna put it in ya back, yeah Cold, hard fact: gonna slip it in ya back, yeah Said yeah, jerk, gonna put it in ya, put it in ya Going down hard with a bang, bang, bang shot |
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