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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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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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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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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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Grab yourself a partner
Swing 'em around the town
Walk the dog and do-se-do
Before you tie her down
Anesthetize and fantasize
Watch your dreams come true
A riding crop, a lollipop
A tank of nitrous too
Because you're broken
Bang! Bang! Boo-de-yay.
Broken down and done.
Triple X and filthy sex
An overloaded gun
Discipline and bondage
Leather mask and nuns
A topless girl
A string of pearls
A wad of bubble cum
Inconsequential
An angels broken wing
Kept confidential
We keep inside our secret things
What's the price of pleasure?
What's the price of pain?
Rapture or deliverance
Beneath a golden rain
Swap and swing and sissy spank
The middle-class defined
Or those who swim the deep end
With sex and death combined
Inconsequential
An angels broken wing
Kept confidential
We keep inside our secret things
Because you're broken
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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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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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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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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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