Nonpoint : To the Pain

Nu Metal / USA
(2005 - Bieler Bros. Records)
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"Bullet With A Name"

My disposition is in a position for all to see.
Regretless for how it feels.
I got a bullet with a name on it.
Bullet with a name.

Because the cause for all, the pause you think you see
is really concentration on the steel.
I got a bullet with a name on it.
Bullet with a name.

See everybody watching and passing judgment
on every little move and decision I make.
How can I be an individual with the weight of the world
with 8 other planets to take?
and with everything happening
gunshots clapping and people all
running in every direction
with their hands up praying for the drama to end,
I got my hand out looking for some money to spend.

The price tags on the things I need are getting bigger by the day
I got a bullet with a name on it.
Bullet with a name.
The way I work so hard for things they just take away from me.
I got a bullet with a name on it.
Bullet with a name.

I'm working harder than a hundred black mules down in Mexico.
No water, no clouds, no cover,
from the hotter than Hell no dinner bell,
empty oven again from another bad opinion.
I mean who doesn't want the cars,
money, fame, attention, bars, honeys,
games, attention, stars?
Funny how we say we don't need it
then turn around and try to achieve it.

The price tags on the things I need are getting bigger by the day
I got a bullet with a name on it.
Bullet with a name.
The way I work so hard for things they just take away from me.
I got a bullet with a name on it.
Bullet with a name.

Everything that they say about me.
And everything that they make me need,
are nothing when they're taking everything away from me.
Everyone trying to make it harder
and everyone saying I would never be.
You're nothing but a name on the bullet that I aim...

The price tags on the things I need are getting bigger by the day
I got a bullet with a name on it.
Bullet with a name.
The way I work so hard for things they just take away from me.
I got a bullet with a name on it.
Bullet with a name.


"There's Going To Be A War!"

One by one I deal with them.
Take them by the neck.
Drag them around kicking and screaming.
Showing the law of cause and effect.
Everything I feel with,
I tuck and protect from the storm.
And pray for the sake of the people
who make the worst mistakes
of their naturally born lives.

Snapping bones.
Head down and making holes.
In the walls closing around me.

Finding out I'm the enemy.
When they're surrounding the enemy.
You're trying to take down the enemey?
There's going to be a war!

I got just enough left to finish this,
and the rest I'm going to use on your friends.
Don't bother screaming for help.
They left you behind to fend for yourself.

Pattern of the mentally battered individual.
Matter that eventually shattered any principle.
Rather than barely getting by on just the minimum,
my decision is to take on the best.

Snapping bones.
Head down and making holes.
In the walls closing around me.

Finding out I'm the enemy.
When they're surrounding the enemy.
You're trying to take down the enemey?
There's going to be a war!

Walking away from me is not and option anymore.

Finding out I'm the enemy.
When they're surrounding the enemy.
You're trying to take down the enemey?
There's going to be a war!


"The Wreckoning"

Broken glass all around you.
Try to hide but they find you every time.
Even with everything you try to do,
people can still look and see right through you.
Looking like you came from a magazine.
Regular Jockstar/Beauty Queen.
Covered in labels barely able to speak for yourself.
So you look and other people and help yourself.
You have your passport so you can be identified.
In case the most important thing is lost (your life).
Every chance you take, just to be glorified,
is just another link in the chain of your wrecking ball.

This is the wreckoning that you feel happening.
The wrecking ball destroying it all.

The bullet inside of the smoking gun.
The knife in my back when I try to run.
The rain on the day's that I'm stuck outside.
The one to reveal when I'm trying to hide.

Mr. and Mrs. Popularity and the life of all the parties,
got to be the first to be the bad ones,
get fucked up and have too much fun.
Daddy's not here to hold your hand .
Time to buck-up and be a man.
Nothing was stoping you before.
Why stop now cause you're on the floor?
I'm sure your get your close up,
your fifteen minutes of fame and praise.
You're the talk of the town.
And every chance you take just to be glorified,
is just another brick in the wall that you're bringing down.

This is the wreckoning that you feel happening.
The wrecking ball destroying it all.

And when you try to end destruction,
of the things that make you function,
you want no interruption.
And all because of all of your selfish assumptions,
I'm "acting out" this way.

You cause the eruption happening inside of me.

The bullet inside of the smoking gun.
The knife in my back when I try to run.
The rain on the day's that I'm stuck outside.
The one to reveal when I'm trying to hide.

This is the wreckoning that you feel happening.
The wrecking ball destroying it all.


"Alive And Kicking"

I'm getting over it pusing past all the bullshit,
and getting right to the root of what the problem really is.
All the reasons for the misunderstandings,
the emergency landings on a plane headed for home.
It's where the heart was living till it was without feeling,
and started revealing itself to everyone else.
By just packing up and moving out.
Saying it could do with out a barely
able, unstable, running off at the mouth.

So I'm tearing this and everything else,
between me and what I want to do to peices.
I'm tearing this and everything else,
between me and you a memory.

I'm stronger now, even after everything that you did.
I'm still alive and kicking.
I'm better now.
I'm awake now.
I can see everything in front of me, now.

Now if you would've waited one second,
you wouldn't feel so second the second I put you first,
it made the situation worse.
Cuz you want to take advantage and control,
of the things that I manage to keep under control.
Like my hapiness, my family, and all of my music.
You had it all. You chose to abuse it.

So I'm tearing this and everything else,
between me and what I want to do to peices.
I'm tearing this and everything else,
between me and you a memory.

I'm stronger now, even after everything that you did.
I'm still alive and kicking.
I'm better now.
I'm awake now.
I can see everything in front of me, now.

What's wrong with me?
You want to know what's wrong with me?
I could ask you the exact same thing.

I have my opinion and you have yours.
You don't have to like mine, cuz i don't like yours.

What's wrong with you?
I want to know what's wrong with you,
and why this doesn't make sense to you?

I'm stronger now, even after everything that you did.
I'm still alive and kicking.
I'm better now.
I'm awake now.
I can see everything in front of me, now.


"Explain Yourself"

I didn't ask you to explain yourself to me.
The fact you feel you have to is enough evidence,
to see right through all the bullshit,
and the stories you create.
I didn't ask to be a game for you to play with.

Didn't ask for anything in return that wouldn't,
be asked by anyone else.
Respect is something I demand.
Worked hard enough to understand.
People say what you want to hear,
if something comes out of it for them.
Even some of the people you're calling your friends,
are waiting for the second they don't have to pretend.
What I expect from you is straight forward no frills,
no lies unless they kill.
I don't want to die from a truth that you never told.
A book that you never closed.
Read the rest and come back
when you've learned what you're supposed to.

I didn't ask you to explain yourself to me.
The fact you feel you have to is enough evidence,
to see right through all the bullshit,
and the stories you create.
I didn't ask to be a game for you to play with.

I expect the world, cause I give it in return.
And if you know me well enough you know I burn bridges,
with flaky muthafuckers and stool pigeons.
They have their own agenda,
and the people that they burn
will eventually see everything crystal.
Then fire like an automatic pistol.
They didn't ask you to choose the way you did.
All your wrong words, wrong looks,
judgments passed, closed books, bad reactions.
No apologetic actions took, by either stuborn side.
So you return to your lonely life.

I didn't ask you to explain yourself to me.
The fact you feel you have to is enough evidence,
to see right through all the bullshit,
and the stories you create.
I didn't ask to be a game for you to play with.

I didn't ask you to explain yourself to me.
The fact you feel you have to is enough evidence,
to see right through all the bullshit,
and the stories you create.
I didn't ask to be a game for you to play with.

Didn't ask to be the one.
The one to make you see.
You chose me.
I didn't ask you to.

I didn't ask you to explain yourself to me.
The fact you feel you have to is enough evidence,
to see right through all the bullshit,
and the stories you create.
I didn't ask to be a game for you to play with.


"Buscandome"

What is the emergency?
Why are we moving so fast?
The questions you ask, they're too much for me.
If you don't know the answers,
well I don't think we can last.

The things you want to know about me,
are the things I already want you to know.
Or, things that I want you to find on your own.
How can that be wrong?

Yo soy lo que soy. (I am what I am)
No me voy. (I do not go away)
Buscandome. (looking for myself)

Should I explain what I'm trying to say?
Okay, here's how I feel in the nicest way.
Fuck you and everything that you believe,
you're supposed to know.
You deserve to know nothing.
Cause nothing's what you show!

The things you want to know about me,
are the things I already want you to know.
Or, things that I want you to find on your own.
How can that be wrong?

Yo soy lo que soy. (I am what I am)
No me voy. (I do not go away)
Buscandome. (looking for myself)

It doesn't matter if I'm wrong or if I'm right,
it only matters in the long run.
It doesn't matter how long the fight.
I'm fighting till I make this right for every one.
Only thing that matters is when we're done.

It's over and nobody's won.

Yo soy lo que soy. (I am what I am)
No me voy. (I do not go away)
Buscandome. (looking for myself)


"To The Pain"

Take me to the pain,
and all the way back again.
Taking me to the pain,
and all the way back.

Life sums up in three words,
better than average.
It never comes easy.
It's a savage world.
With damage attached,
and doses of happiness,
in between if you can survive the rest.

The lies that consume you.
Pain.
The pain shows you the way.
The feeling kills inside you.
Pain.
But you stay knowing eventually,
the pain goes away.

You have to get through it somehow.
I'll tell you when,
the time isn't now!

I'm on the ground with 110 men,
beating the life from me.
I shake off most of them,
to reveal my shattered bones.
My stand my decision to,
my reasons for it all.
I take the way of the others...

Straight back to the pain,
and all the way back again.
Taking me to the pain,
and all the way back.

Forget about taking though,
seeing past, understanding,
letting it go, forgiving
and forgetting, when we know
everything we know and doing
nothing about it.

We're just puppets with the hand
of pain controlling form inside
us and it takes us to the pain.
Knowing that they hurt us when
they take us back around again.

Straight back to the pain,
and all the way back.

Could I put it down on paper for you?
Then you're forcing me to suffer you.

I'm on the ground with 110 men,
beating the life from me.
I shake off most of them,
to reveal my shattered bones.
My stand my decision to,
my reasons for it all.
I take the way of the others...

How alone we are till the pain comes along.
How alone we are till the pain comes along.
And when you think it's never going to pass,
it's feeling so good at last.
Just when you think it's never going to pass, it's feeling so good at last...

I'm on the ground with 110 men,
beating the life from me.
I shake off most of them,
to reveal my shattered bones.
My stand my decision to,
my reasons for it all.
I take the way of the others...


"Explain Myself?"

Like a watchdog standing at the fence.
Just begging for the next person to pass and test his patience.
Hammer back, cocked ready to go off.
Looking for any volunteers that want to crawl and cough.
Stand's up front when it's time to take a maybe situation,
to a definate, shake it up battle me,
you're going to see everything go red.
You bother me with your Grand Inquisition.

I won't and I shouldn't have to.
Why should I explain myself to you?

You're getting too close to the animal.
The one you're going to turn into a cannibal.
I'm not holding anything back.
So, you better be holding if I start to attack.
Body all scarred from the battles before.
But, I call them "monetary marks of war."
Battle started with or with out any kind of warning.
I knew that it was coming, so I did nothing about it.

I won't and I shouldn't have to.
Why should I explain myself to you?

Take it easy your going too far.
You don't want to keep this car in the red.
You don't want to start what you just can't end,
by just pretending that you're not going to bend.
Instead, you're looking right into the eyes of a savage.
Ready to pillage, loot, and ravage.
You've never seen anything like this.
Or react, the second you end up on the list.

I won't and I shouldn't have to.
Why should I explain myself to you?


"Skin"

You're barely getting by with your half-hearted attempts.
You pass part of the test, and fail the rest.
Because the things you know, you also know so half-heart,
you join mass murder parties cause you hear it's a trend.
That's when all the fun ends. When the funds end.
That's when the people who were your friends turn their backs all the sudden.

Then I have to take a breath for a second.
Before I wreck the impression with my confusing expression.
Because I know the way I do the things I do,
might cause a situation or an excessive reaction from you.

And that might be what I want to do.
Take you.
Try to shake you.
Break you out of your habits.
Can you feel me?
Do you hear me?
Can you look inside and see past the skin this time?

And if I thought you could you wouldn't be here.
If I thought I could I wouldn't be in tears.
It might be a better idea if I hide for a while behind a face with a smile.

Tell wild stories of our glory days.
Make the same mistakes we made yesterday.

But, you still try to feed the obsession with other people's possessions.
Try to dodge all the questions.
Because you know the world treats your kind.
You would last long enough to be a part of a greater design of a better human kind.

And that might be what I want to do.
Take you.
Try to shake you.
Break you out of your habits.
Can you feel me?
Do you hear me?
Can you look inside and see past the skin this time?

My eyes are opening up,
your time is running out to make a choice.
What are you going to do when it's gone?
How do you expect to get on with no voice?
You take what you want from who you need.
You say things you know bring animosity.
You think you'll be a better person in the end.
I think you need a little common sense.

And that might be what I want to do.
Take you.
Try to shake you.
Break you out of your habits.
Can you feel me?
Do you hear me?
Can you look inside and see past the skin this time?


"Code Red"

Taking the world on,
taking the world on by yourself.
When will you learn?
When will you learn all by yourself?

Runaway, it's the only way for you to stay alive.
I'm not moving if you paid me.
That's the shit that's going to make me curl up inside and die.
That's not the way to be talking, if you want to stay alive.

That's a chance that I'm taking.
It's the only way to make me satisfied with my life.

Code Red.
Calling for Code Red.
Don't let the enemy in.
His solution is not the only end.
Code Red.
Calling for Code Red.

Taking the world on,
taking the world on by yourself.
When will you learn the world is on your side?
Taking the world on,
taking the world on by yourself.
It's a battle you finally won,
when you saw the struggle shared by everyone.

Just like you... I am... just like you, I am.
That's impossible, look at where you're from.
Look at all the battles I lost.
Look at all the battles I should have won.
I understand... I do... I understand like you're suposed to.
That's impossible, how are you suposed to?
There's a million ways, second chances,
wrong impressions, second glances.

Code Red.
Calling for Code Red.
Don't let the enemy in.
His solution is not the only end.
Code Red.
Calling for Code Red.

Taking the world on,
taking the world on by yourself.
When will you learn the world is on your side?
Taking the world on,
taking the world on by yourself.
It's a battle you finally won,
when you saw the struggle shared by everyone.

I'm calling for...

Taking the world on,
taking the world on by yourself.

Code Red.
Calling for Code Red.
Don't let the enemy in.
His solution is not the only end.
Code Red.
Calling for Code Red.


"Wrong Before"

I wanted to be right to change a common situation,
that always seems to happen to me.
But then I gave into the way of common desperation,
and dedicated time to find the weakness in me.
The freedom to react and attack it when I'm defensive.
My decision, a solid metal rock wall,
extended inside of every argument created,
by the difference between the way I think,
and the way the world is doing it.

The world can be wrong today for once.
You'll have to be wrong today.
For once, I can't be wrong.
I was wrong before.

Didn't know a lot about what I to do,
about changing my way of thinking.
So I blend instead of being separate.
Things don't always have to go my way.
But, this always being wrong is driving me crazy.
Where's the American Dream guarantee,
if I do it-exactly-your way?

I've seen your followers fall.
You leave them behind.
I'm not letting the same thing happen to me.

The world can be wrong today for once.
You'll have to be wrong today.
For once, I can't be wrong.
I was wrong before.

One to one pointed at the one,
looking for the meaning in a shotgun blast.
Heading to the things that they left upstairs.
Dated idea with an animal stare.

One to one pointed at the ignorant,
judgemental, think you know everything.
There is to know about everything.
You want to be king without responsibility.
It's circling.
The pack is circling.

The world can be wrong today for once.
You'll have to be wrong today.
For once, I can't be wrong.
I was wrong before.

One to one pointed at the one,
looking for the meaning in a shotgun blast.
One to one pointed at the ignorant,
judgemental, think you know everything.



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