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Suckin′ on a screw down,
Lie lappin′ break down, Kissin′ up the boy while the church burns down. Makin′ up to God, Makin′ up your bed, Lyin′ up the God, playin′ dead. I see the fizzle where the bombs fell on the beach. Tell me why the truth is what′s stuck between your teeth. No one′s leaving, till I say so. Hold that breathin′! This much I know!!! I know, where it hurts. Open up the flood gates, Open up the seven gates, Open up the door, hear the church burns down. Streakin′ like a comet, Chokin′ on yer vomit, One more roll play dead. Lord, I feel the pressure comin′ down upon my head... Lord tell me why the truth is sometimes better dead... Hit the streets, hit the wall, Hit the sheets, have a ball. In the mouth, in the face, In the teeth, take a taste. Hit me where it hurts. Come on and, hit me where it hurts. Make ′em pay, make a stand, Break away, be a man. Who ya be, who ya are, Where ya live, what ya are, Hit you where it hurts. Gonna hit you where it hurts. Playin′ dead, dead dead. No one leaving, till I say so. No more reason, this much I know! Where it hurts |
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| 2. |
| 4:22 |
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Lean in, Take it right
Down i, no kissin' concrete I'm awake, too alive It's comin' iet it go My strip, my bank My rubber, nut, steel My tank I can kill too alive let it go *No time for thinking A full-out fast junkie Pushing the red A full-out speed monkey With thoughts fixed upon The fix inside the vein With thoughts fixed Not so easily explained Let it out, let it go What you do Not what you know One more fix clean I'm one, i am a machine W.F.O. |
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| 3. |
| 5:46 | 
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| 4:56 |
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I feel responsibility to hate what I can't eat.
A sack full of hissin' snakes, laying at my feet. I see colors that don't exist, feel pain that isn't mine, Gone from dirt to mud, Gone from mud to slime. When you're ready! To come home! Whan you've had enough. When you're standing! all alone! Ya know, I'll be waiting here!!! There's pride in what you call yourself, but then whats in a name? I feel responsibility to hate and pass the blame. Know you no security, they'll beat you with a stick. I feel responsibility to hate what makes me sick. I know you're standing! All alone! Yeah! I'm still waiting here... They eat their young! They eat their young! Without question. They eat their young! They eat their young! Can't be done all by myself, send help. I feel responsibility to hate what I can't eat. An' I feel no security, just standin' on my feet. I see colors that don't exist, feel pain an' its all mine! Gone from dirt to mud, Livin' in the slime. When you're ready! To come home! I know you had enough! When you're standing! All alone! Ya know, I'm still waiting here... They eat their Young! |
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| 5:10 |
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When is it gonna end?!
I'm not a bad man Just excel in anger and hatred!!! Do the best, with what I have. I'm a constitution, yeah... Everyday I'm tested! With the worst of what you have... Here's to your problem. Here, Mr. Know-It-All... Here's to the solvin' of a problem in yer head. Here's to your problem, Here Mr. Can't-Be-Wrong... Here's to the solvin' of the problems in yer head. When is it gonna end?! You're not a bad man (bad man), You excel in cold frustration. You know I bleed, for what it's worth. Think I hear the distance comin', Down fast on your face is gunnin', Bloodspots in the eye give you away. When is it gonna end? Do it if I can, You expect to much and I can't...! Be bothered with! what you do. Hey! What's your problem? When is it gonna end?! |
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| 6. |
| 4:15 |
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Send me all your tired weak, your hungry sick disgusted.
My back is broke, flame is out, eyes and head are rusted. My arms are open wide. Under one nation, Under one God. Under one nation, Under one fog. Send us all your criminal insane inflamed indignant. Your terminal infected hopeful, juvenille delinquents. My arms still open wide. Under one, under one god. Flies are fucking on my face, I watch the magots breed... Providing everything they want, Everything they need. My hands are tied, my hands are tied, Tied hands set them free... My eyes pealed to your pain, Call me liberty. I am but a part of you, Your daughters and your sons. Embrace my heart my patience now, Before it all is gone. Untie my hands, untie my hands, For blatent disregard... I see no color differences and remain always under one... God. Under one God. Under one. |
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| 7. |
| 4:16 |
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Lookin' down the wrong end of a gun!
I'm makin' tracks for Jersey before I'm wasted by the sun. A simple man in a complex world got the means, But the know how escapes me... Opposite sides of the same fence, Not far apart but still, I don't like you. Supersonic hate. Bang bang bang bang bangin' on yer skull! Eatin' everything in sight, but still I don't seem full. Complex man in a simple world got the means, Got the know how to rape me... In the park sharin' the same bench, Not far apart but still, I could never love you. Supersonic hate. Here we go! Here we go! Sonic in the hate age. Here we go! Talkin talkin talkin' till you're blue! Screamin' supersonic hate, I'll get over you. Opposite sides of the same fence, Not far apart, you know that I hate you. Supersonic hate. Hate. |
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| 1:41 |
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| 9. |
| 4:08 |
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Zero conversation, words upon a page.
No communication, no respect. Zero but a world of words, a war a simple rage. Not worth the time to look in or dissect. He said... Wait!!! I′m not ready. I wasn′t really treated fair... Wait!!! Not in a hurry, I want the time I wasted back when I thought no one cared. Positivly negative, zero minus one. He beleives, he beleives in what he say. A lifetime in a moment passes, zero minus one. Borrowed time, borrow one more day. Just enough to keep you down, Up to zero! Just enough to keep you down. Just enough to keep you down, I′m up to zero! Just enough to keep you down. Wasted, wanted, needed, feel, When all is said and done. Chistened, baptized, spitting on the Son. Stop it here, one more deal, A moment now to beg or steal. A scrap of meat or one last meal? Stop it here, stop it here, and Keep you down |
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| 10. |
| 5:38 |
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Twisted torn and ripped,
The balance goes away. Mine is but an active immagination. Tear the boundary down! Know more line. Take a look inside the bastard that you find. Yelling screamed and ripped, Just to have a say. Yours is but an over exaggeration. Throw the civil down! Kill your fear. Feel the need, to act on what you hear! Did they say we were hard?! Did they say we were separation?! Citizens of a bastard nation?! Waste me for what I do, Not for what you hate. Guilt became the prime motivation. Throw the civil down! Kill his seed. Let′s cut out the heart to see if it bleeds. Crippled lame and trapped, The balance falls away. Move, to total separation. Dissolve the boundary now! Kill the line. You become the new! bastard that you find. Did they say we were hard?! Did they say we were separation?! Citizens of a bastard nation?! I′ll walk away if you do. And I′ll stay if you do. What you fear? Fearing be a man. Did they say we were hard?! Did they say we were separation?! Citizens of a bastard nation?! |
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| 6:49 |
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Wishful thinking, eyes are blinking,
In the sun the garbage stinking. To ignore the rancid, won't make it go away. Untruth spoke through blistered lip, Unclean thoughts that take the step, Down upon the roaches, Won't go away. Born! to follow! To be the first to swallow, Garbage from the plate. Now! to borrow! A match, ignite the gasoline, To burn away. Surviving through a gasoline dream, In the month the razon blade gleam, Slashing up the tongue, won't make it go away. On a binge of self destruction, Children of the reconstruction, Suck the tit of discontent, Go away. Slam! slam down! Respond in kind malcontent, Don't go away. Burn! burn down! Temple of the conscience, Don't go away. I was soaked in gasoline, Playin' with a match. I was everything I seemed, They stood and watched. Ate from your table! Ate from your hand! Eight days of waiting! Buried in the sand! Burn in a gasoline dream, burn away my love. Burn away the conscience, burn away, my love. Take away my dignity, take away my pain, Take just for taking, we are one in the same... Burn... Burn... Burn in a gasoline dream, burn away my love. Burn away the conscience, burn away, my love. |
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