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from Ministry - Animositisomina (2003)
Drunk skinhead with an attitude
Doing circles like a shark with his food If someone tries to turn the other cheek He disappears in a yellow streak Animosity! The only world I know is drowning in rage I'm underwater from my dreams to the stage And any language that you learn to speak Love is listed and defined as weak Animosity! Animosity and common hate Feeds the hungry on an empty plate A bitter taste and the promise of pain Fills you up while the soul is drained! Animosity! Animositisomina (repeat) |
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from Ministry - Animositisomina (2003)
Where have all the heroes gone?
Returning where they're from Did they touch God or did they touch the sun? Preparation day! Fearless desire Someone will lose by living Chosen suicide! Did they touch God or did they touch the sun? Preparation day! Selfless act of giving Many pay the price Heroes suicide Unsung The world we recognize has just begun Some die from living So unsung Preparation day! Fearless desire Someone will lose by living Chosen suicide! Some die from living So unsung Preparation day! Selfless act of giving Many pay the price Heroes suicide Unsung [x4] |
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from Ministry - Animositisomina (2003)
Who's on trial?
The state says it's me Or is it the lawyer I handsomely paid to go free Or maybe the judge with the yellowing teeth And the fuck you smile Or how about the bailiff Who stinks of a longstanding battle of him and the drink Or candidate number four The zombified whore who types what you think I'm not lying I'm not clean I'm not buying What that means How the fuck can we say That we won for the criminal sum you were paid Then try and convince me I'm free as can be You just sold me out and got nothing in trade I know I'm not the smartest guy in the world But I'm just not stupid enough to be thinking That having a record for filling my lungs Is as good as it gets I'm not lying I'm not clean I'm not buying What that means Life on a razor die as a story Five more years of pissing in little jars So someone can say he's high as a kite He's probably right Let's put him away without further delay There's no complaints since I'm not a saint or in jail But if I should fail with a piss that has drugs on the forbidden list Then they'll be coming to take me away I'm not lying I'm not clean I'm not buying What that means Live on a razor Death could be glory |
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from Ministry - Animositisomina (2003)
Owe more than money
Owe more than time Payment required Punished for your crimes No point in running You'll be hunted down Do yourself a favour Stop fucking around (3x) Payment is deliverence Then you want more You set the deadline You start the war (2x) In my lockbox is me In the lockbox... I'm free You pay (6x) You want confrontation Come to my door Welcome to my lockbox Forever more Want retribution Take what is mine Made my restitutions You're next in line In the lockbox is me (echoes and repeats) In the lockbox I'm free I'm free (repeats) |
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from Ministry - Animositisomina (2003)
Time flies
Time crawls Link an insect up and down the walls The light pours out of me [x2] The conspiracy of silence Ought to revolutionize my thought The light pours out of me [x2] The cold light of day pours of of me Leaving me black and so healthy The light pours out of me [x2] It jerks out of me Just like blood In this still life Heart beats up love The light pours out of me Pours out of me.... |
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from Ministry - Animositisomina (2003)
Woke up confused in a place I didn't know
And heard the hissing of an overused stem The air around me is corrupt and on the take Heard someone shout "I think he's breathing again" It seems at first that no-one ever succeeds You shove and shove until you're ready for more And if the truth forgets to visit again Don't take offense, he's never been here before Shove! Shove! Shove! Shove! Shove in my head Shove! Shove! Shove! Shove! Shoves you instead Shove! Shove! Shove! Puts you flat on your back Shove! Shove! Shove! Till the quiet attacks Feels just like someone sank their teeth in my head They tried to suck away my everlasting soul I talked to God and all his literary friends Said I was late so I just shoved it in again Shove it again! |
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from Ministry - Animositisomina (2003)
I'm in love with a vicious grace
I see beauty in a terrified soul A blackened heart and a poison mind I can't recognize the cruel from the kind Impossible... Do unto others as they'd do unto you Can't trust a soul unless you have one to trust Times change and people die Hate survives beyond the end of time Impossible... Inside the walls of hate Absolve yourself of all your pain and regret It's like a junky on a 2 day sick love ignores me ignores me hate fixes quick Impossible |
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from Ministry - Animositisomina (2003)
Let truth be told
Until it's sold Silence is golden Too bad it's all been stolen Stolen! Stolen! Stolen! Our defense is your defense Your defense in some sense Some sensless way unfolded Folded 'cause it's all been stolen Stolen! Stolen! Stolen! The gilded scale was burning Just as your back was turning Just as our trust was leaving You'd have us all believing These truths we hold Self-evident Bought and sold The more you hunt the more I sing Then quickly rewrite everything Truth returns bloated, swollen Then dissapears - it's been stolen! Stolen! The gilded scale was burning Just as your back was turning Just as our trust was leaving You'd have us all believing These truths we hold Self-evident Bought and sold It's all been STOLEN! (x2) |
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3:13 |
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from Ministry - The Dark Side Of The Spoon (1999)
take this first song and uh, dance
I mean this, uh, first, let's start playing and dance Well I just shot a man to death I've got a bullet out of my head He fired back and I can't stop A final shot and a final breath Afraid to stop and afraid to check The smell of fear and the color red Had him with a 2 inch shell Well it's a brutal smell of death Saw my reflection in a spoon. I had it with my not approved excuse I've got a supermanic soul I've pulled the trigger in the record room I've put a stop to his loonytoons I've put him down in the record room These are for you Dead - break this These are for you Dead - break this Dead! These are for you Dead - break this These are for you Dead - break this |
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from Ministry - The Dark Side Of The Spoon (1999)
Don't wanna hear your voice
Don't really know if I have a choice Don't wanna be the one that makes you forget You're choking on the brain You're choking again Don't think we ever met Don't think you offered up a god given name Who did the talking, man the whip on the chain? You've got pleasure from the seconds of pain But then they get you with the burden of shame The true measure if the one that remains Don't wanna Don't wanna be your pain Don't wanna be your pain baby Don't wanna be your pain Don't wanna be your pain baby Don't wanna be your pain I live in a concrete cell, No soul is dead until we create a ??? mind She ? the exact time She ? And take the young boy's lip She loves to see him crawl up the chamber wall ? And with the eyes you covered Like a ? hovered ? And when they scream no more She doesn't care for one more Won't let you kill me just yet Don't even care if there's a price on my head Don't wanna wind up in a blood? Don't wanna be your, Don't wanna be your chain Don't wanna be your chain baby Don't wanna be your chain I said, I don't, don't I don't wanna be you chain |
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from Ministry - The Dark Side Of The Spoon (1999)
What's lies?
Full moon and thoughts collide We look for answers in those catatonic, dying blod-shot eyes We ask if vermin are the ones that already learned Those aren't tears, They're just bad bad blood Just bad bad blood! What lies? No big surprise. We get our clues from the ones who thought up they will conquer us Are we too fucked to say the end is here too much? We're in denial with bad blood *(wailing sample: Do you remember the strain? Do you remember the pain? Do you remember who caused all the blame?) Bad Blood! (wailing sample: Do you remember me? Do you remember us? Do you surrender your dreams or your trust? ) Bad Blood! What lies? He's finally come alive Out of these mediocre plentiful things all the time A steady stream of madness Conscious to a flood The clock is ticking for Bad Blood *Repeat |
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from Ministry - The Dark Side Of The Spoon (1999)
I seem to find myself each time I run away
Don't give me vivid in some yester body (selling) days ? Sometimes they reappear just like the sands of time Or d'ya like some quick sand baby running off my summer wine Same faces broken homes Those memories have fled All tears within me now are dormant or dead My viens are bursting with a thirst that you cannot ignore Alright Eureka's Pile Now my saviour, or my whore There's a lot that they don't mind when things aren't what they seem I always wake up baby cos I always wake up me My life may ain't come to much Ignore my history Least my Eureka Pile can see some way I feel Ain't the way I see (* 2) My Eureka Pile and me. |
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from Ministry - The Dark Side Of The Spoon (1999)
I need help
I need help I don't know who I am no more I'm gonna get some help Help me [Singing:] Step! Step, step it up baby! Got a question for you: like, who, what, where, why? Are we even here? Or are we following alone like another lost Indian looking for his tribe? Oh dial the phone. We might as well find someone else. ??? Grrr! [wails] I like to apologize to all my wonderful fans For sticking by me through such troubled times I love all you so much I wish I could take you all to the Betty Ford Clinic Yeah [Singing:] Step! Step it up baby! We gotta sell instutions of recovery, We gotta kill distrubutions of the pills I take! ??? Grr! Step! Step it up baby! [...] I love all my fans Through these times of nakedness If I could I'd take any one of you with me Put you right underneath my pillow [fade out..] |
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from Ministry - The Dark Side Of The Spoon (1999)
The moat in my eyes never bring me no sleep
They just strap me inside with the demons I keep Gotta leave me alone gotta let it be lone Tired of living, too tired to die Makes the sharks keep swimming when he don't know why Gotta get the lean fin Only thin that he wears Nursing me to the movie that he shows Nursing me to the bureau and the ? Nursing me can't you leave me alone? Nursing me in a nursing home Sleeping and working and an old man Come just to profit my feet with a broken old hose Stop riding those rails Stop setting those sails He likes (boom boogie ??) He's got an old trombone While he's laughing at the fires with a broken beat phone Got a troubled soul But he's not that cold I've been nursed ten years in a nursing home! Stinking on water i could use me food He needed big fat gravy on the wake of pot roast Got a fire inside It's gonna burn him alive Talking and struggle till the roof is blown Got a bed and three squares in a nursing home Gonna say bye-bye He's gonna walk on by |
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from Ministry - The Dark Side Of The Spoon (1999)
I love the silence I'm in.
I think I dreamed this before Some lives seem so incomplete Some just keep coming back for more Where did the time go? (echoing) (*3) I can't remember how it end Don't even know who I am A fading memory A fading image redrawn Can't wait for ever more Where did the time go? (echoing) (*3) Remember things I never said I've seen the faces before I hope the future is dead The dead keep asking for more Where did the time go? (echoing) (*3) |
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from Demon Knight (데몬 나이트) by Ed Shearmur [ost] (1994)
red hand takes a purple terror love knows these nuts when we escape from the madhouse we will... hunt down tonight we murder between the battle of pain and hate we will wait, but not for our time we'll for hate and to take to deep... throat tonight tonight we murder between the pain, the battle of pain love never ties knots a twisted plan of fear and hate we'll never untie these nuts tonight we murder i murder tonight we murder |
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