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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 - 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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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 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)
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)
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 - 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)
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)
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 - 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 - Life Is Killing Me (2003)
We were electrocute
In our has-been 1980's suits So electrocute Everyone we knew said it too That's when even strangers knew our names Ten years later sighed ""what a shame"" We were electrocute To make the point again is moot Ssso electrocute How on you I've wasted my youth Your cold eyes of Coney Island sand Hair dyed the blood of a foolish man So proud to be by your side We were a team no one denied Even though I still miss your lips You're about as real as your tits |
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from Type O Negative - Life Is Killing Me (2003)
What Makes you thing that you have won
When the battle has only just begun? Let the punishment fit the crime Bad things come to those in all good time My mistake was to put you first Deceitful bubble was so soon to burst I asked you - believe in just us Now my faith lie in mine own justice How many times must i say I'm not sorry? And how many was can i show you i don't care? Rotting bodies of enemies Cannot smell sweet enough to me What is the price of a friend Who would carry out revenge? In this bleak world of absent laws One in which the just are whores An honour to die for the truth Eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth How many times must i say i'm not sorry? And how many ways can i show I don't care? |
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from Type O Negative - Life Is Killing Me (2003)
Like a flash of light in an endless night
Life is trapped between two black entities ‘Cause when you trust someone, illusion has begun No way to prepare, impending despair Did one say so cruel: ‘Tis better to love than lose Ignorance is bliss - wish not knew your kiss So many times been burned, this lesson goes unlearned Remember desire only fuels the fire - liar Betwixed birth and death, every breath regret I pity the living, envy for the dead Emotionally stunned, in defense, I'm numb I’d rather not care then to be aware - be scared I don’t need love Are a thousand tears worth a single smile? When you give an inch, will they take a mile? Longing for the past but dreading the future If not being used, well then you’re a user and a loser World reknowned failure at both death and life Given nothingness, purgatory blight To run and hide, a cowardly procedure Options exhausted, except for anesthesia - anesthesia I don’t feel anything.. anything ....... |
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from Type O Negative - Life Is Killing Me (2003)
My sex-change operation got botched
My guardian angel fell asleep on the watch Now all I got is a Barbie Doll-crotch I got an angry inch Six inches forward and five inches back I got a I got an angry inch I'm from the land where you still hear the cries I had to get out to sever all ties I changed my name and assumed a disguise I got an angry inch Six inches forward and five inches back I got a I got an angry inch Six inches forward and five inches back The train is coming and I'm tied to the track I try to get up but I can't get no slack I got an angry inch, angry inch, angry inch Six inches forward and five inches back I got a I got an angry inch A long story short: When I woke up from the operation I was bleeding down there Bleeding from the gash between my legs My first day as a woman And already it's that time of the month But two days later The hole closed up and the wound healed And I was left with a one inch mound of flesh Where my penis used to be Where my vagina never was A one inch mound of flesh With a scar running down it Like a sideways grimace On an eyeless face It was just a little bulge It was an angry inch Six inches forward and five inches back The train is coming and I'm tied to the track I try to get up but I can't get no slack I got an angry inch, angry inch, angry inch Six inches forward and five inches back Stay undercover 'til the night turns to black I got my inch and I'm set to attack I got an angry inch, angry inch, angry inch |
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from Type O Negative - Life Is Killing Me (2003)
Wilma FLintstone, Marcia Brady,
Alice Kramden, Gladys Kravitz, Laverne and Shirley, Jeannie Morticia Adams, Aunt Esther, Sweet Polly Purebread, Natasha Mrs. MacGillicuddy How Could She? Ginger, Mary Anne, MRs. Howell Samantha Stevens, Lieuteniant Uhura, Judy Jetson Olive Oyl, Ethel Mertz Edith Bunker, Marilyn Munster, Rhoda, Penny Robinson How could she? Why don't you love me anymore? Quite upset, angry, just plain annoyed No recourse except for the celluloid in my heart, I know you are not real Though in mind, suspect you still can feel Walt Disney or Hanna-Barbera Black or White, Stunning Technicolor Warner Brothers and the A.A.P. I've become addicted to TV Crissy snow, Catwoman, Creepela, Weezie Jefferson, Betty Rubble, Little Cindy WHo Penelope Pitshop, Lois Lane Vanna White, Wonder Woman, Elly May, Maude, Witchiepoo How Could she? Why Don't You love me anymore? How could You? |
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from Type O Negative - Life Is Killing Me (2003)
I don't wanna be
I don't wanna be me I don't wanna be Me anymore, more Men are throwing at his home Two glass houses, twenty stones Fourteen yellow, six are blue Could it be worse? Quite doubtful... I don't wanna be I don't wanna be me I don't wanna be Me anymore I don't wanna be I don't wanna be me I don't wanna be Me anymore One, two... One,two,three,four... Two steps forward, three steps back Without warning, heart attack He fell asleep in the snow Never woke up, died alone I don't wanna be I don't wanna be me I don't wanna be Me anymore I don't wanna be I don't wanna be me I don't wanna be Me anymore One, two... One,two,three,four... Please don't dress in black When you're at his wake Don't go there to mourn But to celebrate Please don't dress in black When you're at his wake Don't go there to mourn But to celebrate I don't wanna be I don't wanna be me I don't wanna be Me anymore I don't wanna be I don't wanna be me I don't wanna be Me anymore One, two... One,two,three,four... I don't wanna be |
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from Type O Negative - Life Is Killing Me (2003)
Forget the jar of Vaseline
Hey rich-bitch boy I'm not gonna be your queen And yeah, You can drool, beg me and hope There's no damn way I'm playing drop the soap OK, I know I'm strange but I ain't no queer So Take your rage and disappear But I'm proud not to be PC 'Cause- I like goils Bad goils all over the place Now I don't know whose ass you've licked No shit-tongued boy will ever taste my dick He says: |
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from Type O Negative - Life Is Killing Me (2003)
It's been doing some thinking
And felt that she should she know All actions in which partake Are far beyond it's control Whether It was born or bred (Genetic, Environment) I wouldn't bother to ask it why Simply concentrate on when It lies awake, yes, quite obsessed Making plans but it won't tell So longs to hear her final words: |
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from Type O Negative - Life Is Killing Me (2003)
Like a Jew in ancient Spain
And for Christ's name did pay with pain Modern day inquisition What is the link between these crafts? Doctores and thieves, they both wear masks Overpaid meat magicians Life is killing me Your doctorate and Ph.D. Would wipe my ass etched in feces Will not cure your affliction Doctors Jeckyll or Mengele And your face too, they're just a blur Can't improve my condition Life is killing me Appointment made, waited three hours Did not realize you had such power I'd rather see a mortician Your parents saved or had the bucks Your education stems from luck Future corpse: death by physician I have no choice: devoid of rights So pull the plug, it's my damned life Keep me alive to increase your bill A Red Cross hell? - the hospital! Just let me die with dignity It's not suicide, simply mercy Just who do you think you are? Medical school don't make you God Now I don't care what you've been taught Just get me off this life support Just let me die with dignity It's not suicide, simply mercy Life is killing me |
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from Type O Negative - Life Is Killing Me (2003)
Nettie, no need to cry
Let me wipe those tear drops from your eyes Nettie, no need to cry Let me wipe those tear drops from your eyes In the dark bathed in Cathode ray blue Miss Red Hook of 1922 Weeping silently for the pain of others Every night a tearful rosary A victim of the curse of empathy Her reward for compassion is to suffer Nettie, no need to cry Let me wipe those tear drops from your eyes My shortcomings I know caused her grief Still she loves me. This I can't believe! Responding not with anger but a prayer Heaven's just Southwest of Cobble Hill True, I am the son of an Angel Maternally, not one woman compares Nettie, no need to cry Let me wipe those tear drops from your eyes If you fall, I will catch you When you're lost, I'll be there soon Far away, but of course near When you're sad, I'm always here Thank you for saving me from myself Your compassion became its own hell Unequivocably beautiful inside and out Without a doubt Nettie, no need to cry Let me wipe those tear drops from your eyes Nettie, no need to cry Let me wipe those tear drops from your eyes Nettie |
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from Type O Negative - Life Is Killing Me (2003)
Champagne glass of blood and wine
On chocolate hearts alone I dine Candles weeping waxing tears Ten for roses each one a year - disappear Arrows fester in my heart Each memory another dart Love and death both colored red Showing my past, the dream is dead Another lonely Valentine's Day I can't believe things turned out this way And though I hate to see you go I know it must be so Another lonely Valentine's Day Nobody will break your fall All for none, yeah, none for all Nothing's so cruel as the truth Join the Festival of Fools Nobody will break your fall All for none, yeah, none for all Nothing's so cruel as the truth Join the festival, my fools Another lonely Valentine's Day I can't believe things turned out this way And though I hate to see you go I know it must be so Another lonely Valentine's Day The dream is dead. |
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from Type O Negative - Life Is Killing Me (2003)
Grease, Sweat, Coffee, faded shipyard pictures
Giant living there i used to know Author of the testosterone scriptures Where did you go? Now i remember what he told me that time Falling from my bike, scraping my knee: |
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from Gigantour [live] (2006)
Willing to start again,
Willing to give another try. Willing to pretend but still so Dead. Willing to Comprehend Willing to give up all my pride Willing to forget but still so dead And its Starting to take its toll And its starting to unwind But the quicker that things unfold The quicker that they subside And writings on the wall But the walls have all come down If u cant see past the truth I love to let you DOWN...... Willing to walk again Willing to step back in the light, Willing to forget but still so dead Willing to turn my head Willing to let my feelings slide Willing to befriend but still so dead. And its Starting to take its toll And its starting to unwind But the quicker that things unfold is The quicker that they subside And writings on the wall But the walls have all come down If u cant see past the truth I love to let you ... And its complicated And its complicated Everything that I've known What was up is now down And its overrated And its over rated Everything that I know And I love to let you.... I love to let you .......... And its Starting to take its toll And its starting to unwind But the quicker that things unfold is The quicker that they subside And writings on the wall But the walls have all come down If u cant see past the truth I love to let you And I'm willing to start again To give it another try I'm willing to Start again |
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from Gigantour [live] (2006)
> Dear son - Daddys never comin back home
He passed on - claim him as one of your own My minds numb - Nothing has been clearer than this They found him on the rug at the Golden Gate Inn And I know - Poppa never intended for this To drag me - Down into this bottomless pit Ive been given just about - all I can chew I think back on loves empty truth And I feel like the day he died I feel like the day he died I walked in - Cops talkin standing around I kneeled down - His body lying there on the ground I begged please, please - Let me get a minute with him And they said - Dont touch anything kid It smelt like life - just exit the room I cried to - A shell of a man I once knew My minds been spinning way out of control I cant believe that its been three long years ago And I feel like the day he died I feel like the day he died And I feel like the day he died I feel like the day he died And I feel like the day he died I feel like the day And I feel like the day he died I feel like the day Dear son - Daddys never comin back home Ive gone numb - Wish I had the strength to live on I cant breathe - Is there any air left in here? I cant believe - Everything I hold disappears Has gone on - Time and time again all alone And dear Son - Daddys never comin back home And I feel like the day he died And I feel like the day he died And I feel like the day he died |
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