Fashion Bomb : Devils to Some, Angels to Others
Lyrics
1. SS
Stronger sound of industry
Within a face is every father
Born and bred from infancy
To be no more than any other
March in lines of infantry
Like the lambs unto the slaughter
Empty promises for free
Nepotism, mass disorder
Sickness is the fancy fuck
Who gives two shits for all of us
Desiccate the teats they suck with bilious words and choking dust
When will we all be free?
When will we all be free?
Chance is not the same for all
I'd rather rule in hell than serve
Chance is not the same for all
Stand in the pyre and never burn
Stronger sound of industry
Within a face is every father
Born and bred from infancy
To be no more than any other
March in lines of infantry
Like the lambs unto the slaughter
Empty promises for free
Nepotism, mass disorder
Sickness is the fancy fuck
Who gives two shits for all of us
Desiccate the teats they suck with bilious words and choking dust
When will we all be free?
When will we all be free?
Chance is not the same for all
I'd rather rule in hell than serve
Chance is not the same for all
Stand in the pyre and never burn
Empty promises, Empty promises
No consequence, for what you've done
To all the lost forsaken sons
With all your lying hollow hearts you never finish what you start
When will we all be free?
When will we all be free?
Chance is not the same for all
I'd rather rule in hell than serve
Chance is not the same for all
Stand in the pyre and never burn
Chance is not the same for all
I'd rather rule in hell than serve
Chance is not the same for all
Stand in the pyre and never burn
2. NOTHING
Cold and heartless, making me less,
Twist the dagger into my breast,
Cold and heartless, false and thoughtless,
Rip the center out of my chest
When all the lies, repay in kind, destroying all your meaning
I feel everything, nothing
I feel everything, nothing
Wearing me thin, under my skin,
Truth seems not to be the reason,
Always speaking, never really,
Saying something worth believing
When all the lies, repay in kind, destroying all your meaning
I feel everything, nothing
I feel everything, nothing
Cold and heartless, making me less,
Twist the dagger into my breast,
Cold and heartless, false and thoughtless,
Rip the center out of my chest
When all the lies, repay in kind, destroying all your meaning
I feel everything, nothing
I feel everything, nothing
Nothing, Nothing
I feel it, it's nothing
The switch it off inside me,
I keep it, it's right here
I did it all for nothing
3. LOW
When a man is a boy
Then a snake in the grass,
He is a taint that
I will soon erase
When a foe was a friend
Then a fly in your web
He is a grave that
I will now deface
It makes me low
It makes me oh, so very low
It makes me low
It makes me oh, so very low
When a girl is a whore
Then a bug on the glass,
She is a stain that
I will wipe away
When a god is a man
Then an urn for the dead,
I'm the black poisoned white
Turning into gray
It makes me low
It makes me oh, so very low
It makes me low
It makes me oh, so very low
It makes me oh, so very low
It makes me oh, so very low
It makes me low
It makes me oh, so very low
It makes me low
It makes me oh, so very low
It makes me
It makes me
It makes me
It makes me oh, so very low
It makes me
It makes me
It makes me
It makes me oh, so very low
4. AVARICE
Barter your angels and gods
Trading the things that you like
Or even love a lot
It's a disease that we've got
It's everything or it's not
I claw my way to the top
And I will never stop
You've got the slits on your wrists
And blasphemy on your lips
You've got my thoughts in your head
And anger on your fists
You want it
You want it bad
You wanna?
Let's Play God
You want it
You want it bad
You wanna?
Let's Play God
Walking around like I'm dead
Closing my eyes to the hive
Of all the freaks and fans
Feeling the time in my hands
The hours slip through like sand
I'm always looking so good
And always feeling bad
You've got the slits on your wrists
And blasphemy on your lips
You've got my thoughts in your head
And anger on your fists
You want it
You want it bad
You wanna?
Let's Play God
You want it
You want it bad
You wanna?
Let's Play God
You want it
You want it bad
You wanna?
Let's Play God
You want it
You want it bad
You wanna?
Let's Play God
Barter your angels and gods
It's a disease that we've got
It's everything or it's not
And I will never stop
You've got the slits on your wrists
And blasphemy on your lips
You've got my thoughts in your head
And anger on your fists
You want it
You want it bad
You wanna?
Let's Play God
You want it
You want it bad
You wanna?
Let's Play God
You want it
You want it bad
You wanna?
Let's Play God
You want it
You want it bad
You wanna?
Let's Play God
You want it
You want it bad
You wanna?
Let's Play God
You want it
You want it bad
You wanna?
Let's Play God
You want it
You want it bad
You wanna?
Let's Play God
You want it
You want it bad
You wanna?
Let's Play God
Let's Play God
Let's Play God
Let's Play God
Let's Play God
Let's Play
5. RANT
Internally grown, like a virus
Festering in the subconscious
Wanting to act on impulses
Ego suppressed, as it crushes
Seething inside in the name of hate
In a heated mind, feelings don't relate
Pressure on the rise that you cannot face
Wrapping your thoughts in a cold embrace
You can see the world with clarity,
Feel the need inside to follow me
Bow down to me,
Your hate fuels me,
Bow down to me,
Your hate fuels me
Insecure pricks in the nightclubs, die!
Government dicks who are rapists, die!
The ignorant old, never bending, die!
Makers of the mold, never ending, die!
The mandate to move, picking up the fight
Taking the task, starting from inside
Deeds of the hand, sitting on the right
Ending the act, for the very last time
You can see the world with clarity,
Feel the need inside to follow me
Bow down to me,
Your hate fuels me,
Bow down to me,
Your hate fuels me
Bow down and show me you love me .yeah!
Hate is the tool of the new breed .yeah!
Bow down and show me you love me .yeah!
Hate is the tool of the new breed .yeah!
6. GOD DRUG
Get out of my fucking head
Been there since the dawn of men
Happiness will make you dead
Or leave you wanting more .
God .Drug .
Forget all that they have said
Ministering gold to lead
Letting you into their beds
They're all a gang of whores
Laying on my back again
Staring at the face of sin
Tell me now where you have been
And what we're waiting for
God Drug
Forget all that they have said
Ministering gold to lead
Letting you into their beds
They're all a gang of whores
God is addiction, God is addiction, God is addiction
God is affliction, God is affliction, God is affliction
All the promises you've said
Saving us with flowing red
Don't you look at me so sad
You're rotten to the core
God Drug
Forget all that they have said
Ministering gold to lead
Letting you into their beds
They're all a gang of whores
God is addiction, God is addiction, God is addiction
God is affliction, God is affliction, God is affliction
God ..Drug .. Ahhhh!
7. THE LINE
A copy for your life
Printed from the screen
Hoping it will capture
Everything you've seen
A pattern for your life
Kept within your means
Using all devices in
Your ego-fed machine
Their kind is so pathetic
Rely on their machines
I'm feeling so rejected
Remove me from this scene
The line, processed to excess
The line will throw a wrench into this mess
The signs, and all this stress
On cogs and wires the line will kill the rest
A concept for your life
Building quality
Feeding little minds
To make reality
Reproduced on time
Losing potency
Quotas filled with lives
Killing every dream
Their kind is so pathetic
Rely on their machines
I'm feeling so rejected
Remove me from this scene
The line, processed to excess
The line will throw a wrench into this mess
The signs, and all this stress
On cogs and wires the line will kill the rest
The line, processed
Just throw a wrench into this fucking mess,
The signs, and all this stress
On cogs and wires the line will kill the rest
8. ASCEND THIS DAY
Tend the wages that you choose to make
The mindless masses have the least at stake
Now Go Down Drown
Get up off your knees,
Feel your power now,
You can part the seas,
Before you start to drown
The mindless masses cannot feel your ache,
They tend the wages that they chose to make,
The blinded masses cannot feel your pain,
They spend their wages on remaining fake
The blinded masses, for their own sake,
Tend the wages that they chose to make
Now Go Down Drown
Get up off your knees,
Feel your power now,
You can part the seas,
Before you start to drown
Show all the mothers what you want to be
Show all the fathers what's inside can be
Show all the haters what they want to be
Show all the fuckers what you want to be
Tend the wages that you choose to make
The mindless masses have the least at stake
Now Go Down Drown
Get up off your knees,
Feel your power now,
You can part the seas,
Before you start to drown
Show all the mothers what you want to be
Show all the fathers what's inside can be
Show all the haters what they want to be
Show all the fuckers what you want to be
9. DRUGPOOL
Weight, feel it make me bend
My back is tight and tired and then
This box of pain, my only friend,
you know exactly where I've been
Feel the cross, I have to bear
Too jealous of the past to care
This box of hurt, carried around
In case I need to take some out
You get you way, the more you pay
All the needles want, all the needful ones
All the needles love, all the fiending
All the needles want, all the needful ones
All the needles love, all the fiending ones
All the needful ones, want the needle's love
All the fiending ones, want the needle
Weight, feel it make me bend
My back is tight and tired and then
This box of pain, my only friend,
you know exactly where I've been
You get you way, the more you pay
All the needles want, all the needful ones
All the needles love, all the fiending
All the needles want, all the needful ones
All the needles love, all the fiending ones
All the needful ones, want the needle's love
All the fiending ones, want the needle
You're being turned upon a lathe
Until your skin's so thin it breaks
You feel the biting of the blade
But it's a pain you'll have to shake
With the price that you have paid
What was asleep is now awake
Revolutions make a change
But you can choose the path you take
You get you way, the more you pay
All the needful ones, want the needle's love
All the fiending ones, want the needle
All the needles want, all the needful ones
All the needles love, all the fiending
10. SKIN
I'm coming up from a hollow place and
I'm trying hard not to see your face and
It's getting tough to avoid disgrace when
You're starting out from a hollow place
How does it feel to fight and never win?
Why can't I pass the point where I begin?
Pushing out the anger, embrace the violence
Fight to regain yourself, and stay in your own skin
You're lying out of a choking mouth as
You're showing us what you're all about and
I'm trying hard not to scream out loud when
You're lying out of your choking mouth
How does it feel to fight and never win?
Why can't I pass the point where I begin?
Pushing out the anger, embrace the violence
Fight to regain yourself, and stay in your own skin
(breakdown)
How does it feel to fight and never win?
Why can't I pass the point where I begin?
Pushing out the anger, embrace the violence
Fight to regain yourself, and stay in your own skin
Skin, skin, skin, stay in your own skin
Skin, skin, skin, stay in your own skin
11. OVER IT
Leave me be, why don't you?
I'm turning inside out,
Ignoring all the sounds
From both sides of your mouth
No more lies that seem true
The coil has come unwound
Ignoring all the sounds
from both sides of your mouth
Cross that line
And still you think you know what I'm saying
Out of time
And still you think you'll take what I'm giving
This is not the truth
Wasting all my time with this shit,
Gain is not for you
Life has died while getting over it
This is not the truth
Wasting all my time with this shit,
Gain is not for you
Life has died while getting over it
Leave me be, why don't you?
I'm turning inside out,
Ignoring all the sounds
From both sides of your mouth
No more lies that seem true
The coil has come unwound
Ignoring all the sounds
from both sides of your mouth
Cross that line
And still you think you know what I'm saying
Out of time
And still you think you'll take what I'm giving
This is not the truth
Wasting all my time with this shit,
Gain is not for you
Life has died while getting over it
This is not the truth
Wasting all my time with this shit,
Gain is not for you
Life has died while getting over it
You stupid, fucking piece of shit
I won't be getting over this,
You shallow, fucking hypocrite
I won't be getting over this
I won't be getting over this
I won't be getting over this
I won't be getting over this
I won't be getting over this
This is not the truth
Wasting all my time with this shit,
Gain is not for you
Life has died while getting over it
This is not the truth
Wasting all my time with this shit,
Gain is not for you
Life has died while getting over it
Leave me be, why don't you?
I'm turning inside out,
Ignoring all the sounds
From both sides of your mouth
No more lies that seem true
The coil has come unwound
Ignoring all the sounds
from both sides of your mouth
Cross that line
And still you think you know what I'm saying
Out of time
And still you think you'll take what I'm giving
This is not the truth
Wasting all my time with this shit,
Gain is not for you
Life has died while getting over it
This is not the truth
Wasting all my time with this shit,
Gain is not for you
Life has died while getting over it
This is not the truth
Wasting all my time with this shit,
Gain is not for you
Life has died while getting over it
This is not the truth
This is not the truth
This is not the truth
Life has died while getting over it
12. CHRIST PUNCHER
I hear all of the lying again
And sit so still
Listen to the sermons from you
Feeling ill
I need to know that someone is there
But never will
To show me all this pain isn't real
Black will turn to white
Blood will turn to wine
Truth restoring sight
Picture punching Christ!
Christ Christ Christ Puncher
Christ Christ Christ Puncher
All the words, held in the palm of your hand
Don't you know
They're spoken by the mouth of a man
And it shows
That people like to do what they're told
Let it go, make up all the rules on your own
Black will turn to white
Blood will turn to wine
Truth restoring sight
Picture punching Christ!
Christ Christ Christ Puncher
Christ Christ Christ Puncher
The piety faked in the lessons we're taking
Is falling away through the rules that we're breaking,
Hollow are words that the members are saying
And filling with fear at this world that we're making
In nomine patris, et fili, et spiritu sancti amen
Black will turn to white
Blood will turn to wine
Truth restoring sight
Picture punching Christ!
Christ Christ Christ Puncher
Christ Christ Christ Puncher
13. MOLD
Alter, what you know to be your everything,
Falter, in your forward steps so comforting,
Wanting, to regain your sense of feeling,
Waiting, to regain your sense of being
Losing all of these
Your most precious things
Needing to believe
When your center leaves
Filling all I see with clouded apathy
Dragging all of me down,
Knowing everything will end with certainty,
Mold is all of me now
Walking, down the path with many names
Feeling you only have yourself to blame
Raping, all your body's energy
Taking, all that you will ever be
Losing all of these
Your most precious things
Needing to believe
When your center leaves
Filling all I see with clouded apathy
Dragging all of me down,
Knowing everything will end with certainty,
Mold is all of me now
Losing all of these
Your most precious things
Needing to believe
When your center leaves
Filling all I see with clouded apathy
Dragging all of me down,
Knowing everything will end with certainty,
Mold is all of me now
14. LOOKS THAT KILL (MOTLEY CRUE COVER)
Now listen up
She's razor sharp
If she don't get her way
She'll slice you apart
Now she's a cool, cool BLACK
She moves like a cat
If you don't get her name
Well you might not make it back
She's got the looks that kill, That kill
She's got the looks that kill, That kill
She's got the look
She's got looks that kill
She's got looks that kill
Now she's bulletproof
She keeps her motor clean
Oh, and believe me, you
She's a number thirteen
The clock strikes midnight
She's lookin' louder and louder
She's gonna turn on HER juice, boy
Well then she'll turn on her power
She's got the looks that kill, That kill
She's got the looks that kill, That kill
She's got the look
She's got looks that kill
She's got looks that kill
She's got looks that kill
She's got the look
Hey!
Now listen up
She's razor sharp
If she don't get her way
She'll slice you apart
Well she's a cool, cool BLACK
Moves like a cat
If you don't get her name
You might not make it back
She's got the looks that kill, That kill
She's got the looks that kill, That kill
She's got the look
She's got looks that kill
She's got looks that kill
Stronger sound of industry
Within a face is every father
Born and bred from infancy
To be no more than any other
March in lines of infantry
Like the lambs unto the slaughter
Empty promises for free
Nepotism, mass disorder
Sickness is the fancy fuck
Who gives two shits for all of us
Desiccate the teats they suck with bilious words and choking dust
When will we all be free?
When will we all be free?
Chance is not the same for all
I'd rather rule in hell than serve
Chance is not the same for all
Stand in the pyre and never burn
Stronger sound of industry
Within a face is every father
Born and bred from infancy
To be no more than any other
March in lines of infantry
Like the lambs unto the slaughter
Empty promises for free
Nepotism, mass disorder
Sickness is the fancy fuck
Who gives two shits for all of us
Desiccate the teats they suck with bilious words and choking dust
When will we all be free?
When will we all be free?
Chance is not the same for all
I'd rather rule in hell than serve
Chance is not the same for all
Stand in the pyre and never burn
Empty promises, Empty promises
No consequence, for what you've done
To all the lost forsaken sons
With all your lying hollow hearts you never finish what you start
When will we all be free?
When will we all be free?
Chance is not the same for all
I'd rather rule in hell than serve
Chance is not the same for all
Stand in the pyre and never burn
Chance is not the same for all
I'd rather rule in hell than serve
Chance is not the same for all
Stand in the pyre and never burn
2. NOTHING
Cold and heartless, making me less,
Twist the dagger into my breast,
Cold and heartless, false and thoughtless,
Rip the center out of my chest
When all the lies, repay in kind, destroying all your meaning
I feel everything, nothing
I feel everything, nothing
Wearing me thin, under my skin,
Truth seems not to be the reason,
Always speaking, never really,
Saying something worth believing
When all the lies, repay in kind, destroying all your meaning
I feel everything, nothing
I feel everything, nothing
Cold and heartless, making me less,
Twist the dagger into my breast,
Cold and heartless, false and thoughtless,
Rip the center out of my chest
When all the lies, repay in kind, destroying all your meaning
I feel everything, nothing
I feel everything, nothing
Nothing, Nothing
I feel it, it's nothing
The switch it off inside me,
I keep it, it's right here
I did it all for nothing
3. LOW
When a man is a boy
Then a snake in the grass,
He is a taint that
I will soon erase
When a foe was a friend
Then a fly in your web
He is a grave that
I will now deface
It makes me low
It makes me oh, so very low
It makes me low
It makes me oh, so very low
When a girl is a whore
Then a bug on the glass,
She is a stain that
I will wipe away
When a god is a man
Then an urn for the dead,
I'm the black poisoned white
Turning into gray
It makes me low
It makes me oh, so very low
It makes me low
It makes me oh, so very low
It makes me oh, so very low
It makes me oh, so very low
It makes me low
It makes me oh, so very low
It makes me low
It makes me oh, so very low
It makes me
It makes me
It makes me
It makes me oh, so very low
It makes me
It makes me
It makes me
It makes me oh, so very low
4. AVARICE
Barter your angels and gods
Trading the things that you like
Or even love a lot
It's a disease that we've got
It's everything or it's not
I claw my way to the top
And I will never stop
You've got the slits on your wrists
And blasphemy on your lips
You've got my thoughts in your head
And anger on your fists
You want it
You want it bad
You wanna?
Let's Play God
You want it
You want it bad
You wanna?
Let's Play God
Walking around like I'm dead
Closing my eyes to the hive
Of all the freaks and fans
Feeling the time in my hands
The hours slip through like sand
I'm always looking so good
And always feeling bad
You've got the slits on your wrists
And blasphemy on your lips
You've got my thoughts in your head
And anger on your fists
You want it
You want it bad
You wanna?
Let's Play God
You want it
You want it bad
You wanna?
Let's Play God
You want it
You want it bad
You wanna?
Let's Play God
You want it
You want it bad
You wanna?
Let's Play God
Barter your angels and gods
It's a disease that we've got
It's everything or it's not
And I will never stop
You've got the slits on your wrists
And blasphemy on your lips
You've got my thoughts in your head
And anger on your fists
You want it
You want it bad
You wanna?
Let's Play God
You want it
You want it bad
You wanna?
Let's Play God
You want it
You want it bad
You wanna?
Let's Play God
You want it
You want it bad
You wanna?
Let's Play God
You want it
You want it bad
You wanna?
Let's Play God
You want it
You want it bad
You wanna?
Let's Play God
You want it
You want it bad
You wanna?
Let's Play God
You want it
You want it bad
You wanna?
Let's Play God
Let's Play God
Let's Play God
Let's Play God
Let's Play God
Let's Play
5. RANT
Internally grown, like a virus
Festering in the subconscious
Wanting to act on impulses
Ego suppressed, as it crushes
Seething inside in the name of hate
In a heated mind, feelings don't relate
Pressure on the rise that you cannot face
Wrapping your thoughts in a cold embrace
You can see the world with clarity,
Feel the need inside to follow me
Bow down to me,
Your hate fuels me,
Bow down to me,
Your hate fuels me
Insecure pricks in the nightclubs, die!
Government dicks who are rapists, die!
The ignorant old, never bending, die!
Makers of the mold, never ending, die!
The mandate to move, picking up the fight
Taking the task, starting from inside
Deeds of the hand, sitting on the right
Ending the act, for the very last time
You can see the world with clarity,
Feel the need inside to follow me
Bow down to me,
Your hate fuels me,
Bow down to me,
Your hate fuels me
Bow down and show me you love me .yeah!
Hate is the tool of the new breed .yeah!
Bow down and show me you love me .yeah!
Hate is the tool of the new breed .yeah!
6. GOD DRUG
Get out of my fucking head
Been there since the dawn of men
Happiness will make you dead
Or leave you wanting more .
God .Drug .
Forget all that they have said
Ministering gold to lead
Letting you into their beds
They're all a gang of whores
Laying on my back again
Staring at the face of sin
Tell me now where you have been
And what we're waiting for
God Drug
Forget all that they have said
Ministering gold to lead
Letting you into their beds
They're all a gang of whores
God is addiction, God is addiction, God is addiction
God is affliction, God is affliction, God is affliction
All the promises you've said
Saving us with flowing red
Don't you look at me so sad
You're rotten to the core
God Drug
Forget all that they have said
Ministering gold to lead
Letting you into their beds
They're all a gang of whores
God is addiction, God is addiction, God is addiction
God is affliction, God is affliction, God is affliction
God ..Drug .. Ahhhh!
7. THE LINE
A copy for your life
Printed from the screen
Hoping it will capture
Everything you've seen
A pattern for your life
Kept within your means
Using all devices in
Your ego-fed machine
Their kind is so pathetic
Rely on their machines
I'm feeling so rejected
Remove me from this scene
The line, processed to excess
The line will throw a wrench into this mess
The signs, and all this stress
On cogs and wires the line will kill the rest
A concept for your life
Building quality
Feeding little minds
To make reality
Reproduced on time
Losing potency
Quotas filled with lives
Killing every dream
Their kind is so pathetic
Rely on their machines
I'm feeling so rejected
Remove me from this scene
The line, processed to excess
The line will throw a wrench into this mess
The signs, and all this stress
On cogs and wires the line will kill the rest
The line, processed
Just throw a wrench into this fucking mess,
The signs, and all this stress
On cogs and wires the line will kill the rest
8. ASCEND THIS DAY
Tend the wages that you choose to make
The mindless masses have the least at stake
Now Go Down Drown
Get up off your knees,
Feel your power now,
You can part the seas,
Before you start to drown
The mindless masses cannot feel your ache,
They tend the wages that they chose to make,
The blinded masses cannot feel your pain,
They spend their wages on remaining fake
The blinded masses, for their own sake,
Tend the wages that they chose to make
Now Go Down Drown
Get up off your knees,
Feel your power now,
You can part the seas,
Before you start to drown
Show all the mothers what you want to be
Show all the fathers what's inside can be
Show all the haters what they want to be
Show all the fuckers what you want to be
Tend the wages that you choose to make
The mindless masses have the least at stake
Now Go Down Drown
Get up off your knees,
Feel your power now,
You can part the seas,
Before you start to drown
Show all the mothers what you want to be
Show all the fathers what's inside can be
Show all the haters what they want to be
Show all the fuckers what you want to be
9. DRUGPOOL
Weight, feel it make me bend
My back is tight and tired and then
This box of pain, my only friend,
you know exactly where I've been
Feel the cross, I have to bear
Too jealous of the past to care
This box of hurt, carried around
In case I need to take some out
You get you way, the more you pay
All the needles want, all the needful ones
All the needles love, all the fiending
All the needles want, all the needful ones
All the needles love, all the fiending ones
All the needful ones, want the needle's love
All the fiending ones, want the needle
Weight, feel it make me bend
My back is tight and tired and then
This box of pain, my only friend,
you know exactly where I've been
You get you way, the more you pay
All the needles want, all the needful ones
All the needles love, all the fiending
All the needles want, all the needful ones
All the needles love, all the fiending ones
All the needful ones, want the needle's love
All the fiending ones, want the needle
You're being turned upon a lathe
Until your skin's so thin it breaks
You feel the biting of the blade
But it's a pain you'll have to shake
With the price that you have paid
What was asleep is now awake
Revolutions make a change
But you can choose the path you take
You get you way, the more you pay
All the needful ones, want the needle's love
All the fiending ones, want the needle
All the needles want, all the needful ones
All the needles love, all the fiending
10. SKIN
I'm coming up from a hollow place and
I'm trying hard not to see your face and
It's getting tough to avoid disgrace when
You're starting out from a hollow place
How does it feel to fight and never win?
Why can't I pass the point where I begin?
Pushing out the anger, embrace the violence
Fight to regain yourself, and stay in your own skin
You're lying out of a choking mouth as
You're showing us what you're all about and
I'm trying hard not to scream out loud when
You're lying out of your choking mouth
How does it feel to fight and never win?
Why can't I pass the point where I begin?
Pushing out the anger, embrace the violence
Fight to regain yourself, and stay in your own skin
(breakdown)
How does it feel to fight and never win?
Why can't I pass the point where I begin?
Pushing out the anger, embrace the violence
Fight to regain yourself, and stay in your own skin
Skin, skin, skin, stay in your own skin
Skin, skin, skin, stay in your own skin
11. OVER IT
Leave me be, why don't you?
I'm turning inside out,
Ignoring all the sounds
From both sides of your mouth
No more lies that seem true
The coil has come unwound
Ignoring all the sounds
from both sides of your mouth
Cross that line
And still you think you know what I'm saying
Out of time
And still you think you'll take what I'm giving
This is not the truth
Wasting all my time with this shit,
Gain is not for you
Life has died while getting over it
This is not the truth
Wasting all my time with this shit,
Gain is not for you
Life has died while getting over it
Leave me be, why don't you?
I'm turning inside out,
Ignoring all the sounds
From both sides of your mouth
No more lies that seem true
The coil has come unwound
Ignoring all the sounds
from both sides of your mouth
Cross that line
And still you think you know what I'm saying
Out of time
And still you think you'll take what I'm giving
This is not the truth
Wasting all my time with this shit,
Gain is not for you
Life has died while getting over it
This is not the truth
Wasting all my time with this shit,
Gain is not for you
Life has died while getting over it
You stupid, fucking piece of shit
I won't be getting over this,
You shallow, fucking hypocrite
I won't be getting over this
I won't be getting over this
I won't be getting over this
I won't be getting over this
I won't be getting over this
This is not the truth
Wasting all my time with this shit,
Gain is not for you
Life has died while getting over it
This is not the truth
Wasting all my time with this shit,
Gain is not for you
Life has died while getting over it
Leave me be, why don't you?
I'm turning inside out,
Ignoring all the sounds
From both sides of your mouth
No more lies that seem true
The coil has come unwound
Ignoring all the sounds
from both sides of your mouth
Cross that line
And still you think you know what I'm saying
Out of time
And still you think you'll take what I'm giving
This is not the truth
Wasting all my time with this shit,
Gain is not for you
Life has died while getting over it
This is not the truth
Wasting all my time with this shit,
Gain is not for you
Life has died while getting over it
This is not the truth
Wasting all my time with this shit,
Gain is not for you
Life has died while getting over it
This is not the truth
This is not the truth
This is not the truth
Life has died while getting over it
12. CHRIST PUNCHER
I hear all of the lying again
And sit so still
Listen to the sermons from you
Feeling ill
I need to know that someone is there
But never will
To show me all this pain isn't real
Black will turn to white
Blood will turn to wine
Truth restoring sight
Picture punching Christ!
Christ Christ Christ Puncher
Christ Christ Christ Puncher
All the words, held in the palm of your hand
Don't you know
They're spoken by the mouth of a man
And it shows
That people like to do what they're told
Let it go, make up all the rules on your own
Black will turn to white
Blood will turn to wine
Truth restoring sight
Picture punching Christ!
Christ Christ Christ Puncher
Christ Christ Christ Puncher
The piety faked in the lessons we're taking
Is falling away through the rules that we're breaking,
Hollow are words that the members are saying
And filling with fear at this world that we're making
In nomine patris, et fili, et spiritu sancti amen
Black will turn to white
Blood will turn to wine
Truth restoring sight
Picture punching Christ!
Christ Christ Christ Puncher
Christ Christ Christ Puncher
13. MOLD
Alter, what you know to be your everything,
Falter, in your forward steps so comforting,
Wanting, to regain your sense of feeling,
Waiting, to regain your sense of being
Losing all of these
Your most precious things
Needing to believe
When your center leaves
Filling all I see with clouded apathy
Dragging all of me down,
Knowing everything will end with certainty,
Mold is all of me now
Walking, down the path with many names
Feeling you only have yourself to blame
Raping, all your body's energy
Taking, all that you will ever be
Losing all of these
Your most precious things
Needing to believe
When your center leaves
Filling all I see with clouded apathy
Dragging all of me down,
Knowing everything will end with certainty,
Mold is all of me now
Losing all of these
Your most precious things
Needing to believe
When your center leaves
Filling all I see with clouded apathy
Dragging all of me down,
Knowing everything will end with certainty,
Mold is all of me now
14. LOOKS THAT KILL (MOTLEY CRUE COVER)
Now listen up
She's razor sharp
If she don't get her way
She'll slice you apart
Now she's a cool, cool BLACK
She moves like a cat
If you don't get her name
Well you might not make it back
She's got the looks that kill, That kill
She's got the looks that kill, That kill
She's got the look
She's got looks that kill
She's got looks that kill
Now she's bulletproof
She keeps her motor clean
Oh, and believe me, you
She's a number thirteen
The clock strikes midnight
She's lookin' louder and louder
She's gonna turn on HER juice, boy
Well then she'll turn on her power
She's got the looks that kill, That kill
She's got the looks that kill, That kill
She's got the look
She's got looks that kill
She's got looks that kill
She's got looks that kill
She's got the look
Hey!
Now listen up
She's razor sharp
If she don't get her way
She'll slice you apart
Well she's a cool, cool BLACK
Moves like a cat
If you don't get her name
You might not make it back
She's got the looks that kill, That kill
She's got the looks that kill, That kill
She's got the look
She's got looks that kill
She's got looks that kill
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