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from Life Of Agony - Soul Searching Sun (1997)
I got the razor at my wrist
'cause I can't resist I've got this fever burnin' fist That does as I wish But when I get downtown And see what's around I just know there's got to be A better place to be found Oh, God help me The river runs red and I think I'm dyin' Well I know there'd come a day When my mind would say "Hey are you afraid" Well all I know is that I been down here tryin' Well, I'll bleed on through the night I suppose I'll be dead by the morning light So don't be suprised if you mind when you find me The river runs red and I think I'm dyin' The river runs red and I think I'm dyin' Oh, God help me |
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from Life Of Agony - Soul Searching Sun (1997)
My eyes are closed
My mouth is wide I could see her face Her beautiful hair I could recognize She looks at me cold She probably don't know who I am Mommy it's me It's Keith You had me back when But sometimes I like to pretend That she But sometimes I like to pretend That she But sometimes I like to pretend That she But sometimes I like to pretend That she holds me I quess I can't Because show doesn't know who I am My mind it's dreaming God it's so misleading Do you think it's 'cause I've grown old Is it true what I was told You cried to leave me You know I know it's not your fault You had a husband who was selfish and cold Believe me I know Believe me I know Now I hear you used to treat me cold You dissappeared and left me all alone I'm sure you didn't know right from wrong 'cause both of you were always getting Were always getting Were always getting stoned Were always getting stoned... |
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from Life Of Agony - Soul Searching Sun (1997)
Like an ever flowing stream
Like an ever flowing steam Take a bite of the fruit of life Cause the fruit of life is sweet Cause the fruit of life is sweet You're my tangerine Let the spirits speak through me Ecstasy and energy Let it come your wildest dreams A full bloom's glow melts the winter's freeze New day, stressless without disease Would you be my tangerine ? You're my tangerine I can't stop searching for more and more... Still hung over from the night before Cosmic hunger, I'm your fruitful whore Soul sun searching, let your spirit soar Still hung over from the night before You're my tangerine... |
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from Bride Of Chucky (사탄의 인형 IV : 처키의 신부) by Graeme Revell [ost] (1998)
In her place one hundred candles burning
as salty sweat drips from her breast her hips move and I can feel what they're saying, swaying They say the beast inside of me's gonna get ya, get ya,get... Black lipstick stains her class of red wine I am your servant, may I light your cigarette? Those lips smooth, yeah I can feel what you're saying, praying They say the beast inside of me's gonna get ya, get ya, get... I beg to serve, your wish is my law Now close those eyes and let me love you to death Shall I prove I mean what i'm saying, begging I say the beast inside of me's gonna get ya, get ya, get.. Let me love you too Let me love you to death Hey am I good enough for you? Hey am i good enough for you? Am I? Am I? Am I good enough for you? |
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from Type O Negative - October Rust (1996)
It's no secret we're close
As sweaty velcro Like latex, fur and feathers Stuck together Now In their '62 'Vette Sharing one cigarette In a black light trance then Go go dance Then Go go trance Then They keep me warm on cold nights We must be quite a sight In our meat triangle All tangled Wow My girlfriend's girlfriend She looks like you My girlfriend's girlfriend She's my girl too Her and me and her and she and me An uncrowded couple; are we three Hey we don't care what people say When walking hand in hand down Kings Highway Two for one today My girlfriend's girlfriend She looks like you My girlfriend's girlfriend She's my girl |
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from Type O Negative - October Rust (1996)
The 28th day
She'll be bleeding again And in lupine ways We'll alleviate the pain Unholy water Sanguine addiction Those silver bullets A last blood benediction It is her moon time When there's iron in the air A rusted essence Woman may I know you there Hey wolf moon Come cast your spell on me Hey wolf moon Come cast your spell on me Don't spill a drop dear Let me kiss the curse away Yourself in my mouth Will you leave me with your taste? Beware The woods at night Beware The lunar night So in this grey haze We'll be meating again And on that great day I will tease you all the same |
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from Type O Negative - Slow, Deep And Hard (1991)
[a. Unjustifiable Existence]
One two three four I don't wanna live no more Well I've got no more reason to live And I've got no more love to give Tonight's the night I'll paint the town red I'll put another whole through my head Unjustifiable existence Unjustifiable Unjustifiable existence Unjustifiable existence Now I feel the weight of a world on my back I've seen the future The future looks black It's what I must do I have no reservations Ain't talk 'bout self preservation Unjustifiable existence Unjustifiable Unjustifiable existence Unjustifiable existence Gravity Crushing me Gravity Crushing me Crushing me Crushing me [b. Acceleration (due to gravity) - 980cm^-2 sec] Yeah I feel something pulling me down Forcing me between myself and the ground Of all the nightmares that ever came true I think that gravity (gravity-gravity) is you Unjustifiable existence Unjustifiable Unjustifiable existence Unjustifiable existence Gravity Crushing me Gravity Crushing me Crushing me Crushing me [c. Antimatter: Electromechanical Psychedelicosis] [d. Requiem for a Souless Man] I've got a problem A problem with hate I can't go on dragging this weight A cold steel hand that won't let go Acid-filled thoughts out of control I built myself a nice little cage With bars of anger and a lock of rage I can't help asking Who's got the key? When I know damned well it's me No I ain't hinting for sympathy I'm used to dealing with apathy The scars on my wrists may seem like a crime Just wish me better luck next time So what if I died a thousand deaths You think I'm insane but I have no regrets One more time won't matter no question Suicide is self expression. |
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from Type O Negative - The Least Worst Of (2000)
Seems three years - though maybe four
someone drops dead - whom i adore you love someone - there will be grief the kiss of death - lips of a thief - goddammit A dusty stack of photographs of times i cried - but mostly laughed commit the past - into blue flame acrid smoke - cowardly shame - goddammit At times i'm truly terrified cause dope and booze - don't help to hide they're used to mask - a weakling's hurt it's just like painting - over dirt Everyone i love is - dead - everyone i love is - dead - all dead life's a game i cannot win both good and bad - must surely end the mirrors - always tell the truth i love myself for hating you Everyone i love is - dead - everyone i love is - dead everyone i love is - dead - everyone i love is - dead - goddammit Goddammit All dead - all dead all dead all dead all dead all dead all dead all dead all dead all dead - all dead goddammit |
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from Type O Negative - The Least Worst Of (2000)
In her place one hundred candles burning
As salty sweat drips from her breast Her hips move and I can feel what they're saying, swaying They say the beast inside of me's gonna get ya, get ya, get... Black lipstick stains her glass of red wine I am your servant, may I light your cigarette? Those lips smooth, yeah I can feel what you're saying, praying They say the beast inside of me's gonna get ya, get ya, get... I beg to serve, your wish is my law Now close those eyes and let me love you to death Shall I prove I mean what I'm saying, begging I say the beast inside me's gonna get ya, get ya, get... Let me love you too Let me love you to death Hey am I good enough for you? Hey am I good enough for you? Am I? Am I? Am I good enough for you? |
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from Type O Negative - The Least Worst Of (2000)
a) Body Of Christ (Corpus Christi)
b) To Love God c) Jesus Christ Looks Like Me A cross upon her bedroom wall From grace she will fall An image burning in her mind And between her thighs A dying God-man full of pain When will you cum again ? Before him beg to serve or please On your back or knees There's no forgiveness for her sins Prefers punishment ? Would you suffer eternally Or internally ? For her lust She'll burn in hell Her soul done medium well All through mass manual stimulation Salvation Body of Christ She needs The body of Christ She'd like to know God Ooh love God Feel her God Inside of here - deep inside of her Jesus Christ looks like me |
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from Type O Negative - The Least Worst Of (2000)
Well i loved my aunt - but she died
and my uncle lou - then he died I'm searching for something which can't be found - but i'm hoping i still dream of dad - though he died Everything dies - everything dies My ma's so sick - she might die though my girl's quite fit - she will die Still looking for someone who was around - barely coping now i hate myself - wish i'd die Everything dies - everything dies everything dies - everything No why - oh god i miss you no why - oh god i miss you - i really miss you no no no no No why - oh god i miss you no why - oh god i miss you - i really miss you Everything dies - everything dies everything dies - everything - no no no no Everything dies - everything dies everything dies - everything |
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from Type O Negative - Bloody Kisses (1993)
She's in love with herself.
She likes the dark. On her milk white neck. The Devil's mark. It's all Hallows Eve. The moon is full. Will she trick or treat. I bet she will. She's got a date at midnight. With Nosferatu. Oh baby, Lilly Munster. Ain't got nothing on you. Well when I called her evil. She just laughed. And cast that spell on me. Boo Bitch Craft. Yeah you wanna go out 'cause it's raining and blowing. You can't go out 'cause your roots are showing. Dye em black. Black no. 1 Little wolf skin boots. And clove cigarettes. An erotic funeral. For witch she's dressed. Her perfume smells like. Burning leaves. Everyday is Halloween. Loving you was like loving the dead. |
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from Type O Negative - Bloody Kisses (1993)
Not long ago but far away.
A rainy winter's day. All her pain she kept inside. Could no longer hide. No cry for help. She killed herself. Both life & love could not be saved. She took them both to the grave. A pair of souls become undone. Where were two now one. Divided by this wall of death. I soon will join you yet. With my blood I'll find your love. You found the strength to end your life. As you did so shall I. Oh no. Please don't go. It's like a death in the family. A crimson pool so warm & deep. Lulls me to an endless sleep. Your hand in mine - I will be brave. take me from this earth. An endless night - this, the end of life. From the dark I feel your lips. And I taste your bloody kiss. Oh no. Please don't go. It's like a death in the family. Don't die on me. Don't die on me. Don't die on me. Don't die. |
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from Nativity In Black : A Tribute To Black Sabbath [omnibus] (1994)
My name it means nothing
My fortune is less My future is shrouded in dark wilderness Sunshine is far away, clouds linger on, Everything I possess, now they are gone, they are gone, they are gone Oh where can I go to and what can I do? Nothing can please me only thoughts are of you You just laughed when I begged you to stay I've not stopped crying since you went away, you went away, you went away The world is a lonely place you're on your own Guess I will go home sit down and moan Crying and thinking is all that I do, Memories I have remind me of you, of you, of you |
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