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    • You want it, you got it
      Everything you needed and more
      You said it, I heard it
      Careful what you wish for
      Deleted, defeated everything you've ever been
      No mercy, it's the way of the fist

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      Strapped with rage, got no patience for victims
      Sick and tired of the whole fuckin' world

      --------

      I don't remember asking you about your imperfections
      You might win one battle
      But know this, I'll win the fucking war!

      End of the goddamn road! (Right!)

      Step to me, step to me motherfucker
      Zip your lip, you've run out of time
      Step to me, step to me motherfucker
      Talk the talk, now walk the damn line
    • Genesis - The Knife

      Tell me my life is about to begin,
      Tell me that i'm a hero,
      Promise me all of you violent dreams,
      I guarantee all you will need them
      Now, in this ugly world,
      Get ready to fight for your freedom
      Now, when i give the word,
      Get ready to destroy all this evil
      Now -

      Stand up and fight, for you know we are right
      We will strike at the lies
      That have spread like disease through our minds.
      Soon we'll have won and we'll treasure this worth
      With our winnings and kindness
      To all who our love now deserve
      Some of you are going to die -
      Martyrs, of course, to the freedom i will provide.

      I'll give you the names of those you must kill
      Then have all burned and quickly
      Cover them up in trafalgar square
      Hurry to see, you'll see them dead
      In this ugly world,
      Ready to fight for your freedom
      Now, when i give a word
      Hang 'em on high, let the blood flow
      Now -

      Stand up and fight, for you know we are right
      We must strike at the lies
      That have spread like disease through our minds
      Soon we'll have won and we'll treasure this worth
      With our winnings and kindness
      To all who our love now deserve
      Some of you are going to die -
      Martyrs of course, to the freedom i will provide

      We are only wanting freedom...

      --- we have won ---

      Some of you are going to die,
      Martyrs, of course, to the freedom i will provide
    • If you can tolerate a little screaming in your music, this is a deep-as-hell song to "think" to. That saxophone transition halfway through gets me every time.

      In the hopes that I forget a fragment more of memory's ball and chain. Thoughts of, "Was I part of the reason we are all in disarray?"
      "Is there blood on my hands cursed by mistakes?"
      After a sleepless night I wander these desperate early morning streets
      Street corner poet preaching her figures and features reaching raise like a beacon saying, "We're forsaken, but not broken!"
      Then I heard her sing:

      "Mother, your children are dying as the city sleeps! Mother, your people are starving tonight!" "Mother, your children are dying as the city sleeps! Mother, your people are drowning in your apathy!"
    • It's caving in around me, what I thought was solid ground
      I tried to look the other way, but I couldn't turn around
      It's ok for you to hate me, for all the things I've done
      I've made a few mistakes, but I'm not the only one

      Step away from the ledge, I'm coming down
      I could never be, what you want me to
      You pulled me under, to save yourself (save yourself)
      You will never see, what's inside of me
      I pull you under, just to save myself

      Was there ever any question, on how much I could take
      You kept feeding me your bullshit, hoping I would break
      It there anybody out there, is there anyone who cares
      Is there anybody listening, who will hear my final prayers
    • There was a time, when the weak would suffer
      The ones in power would crush all who dissent
      Just look around, because nothing's changed
      No longer kings, they wear a suit and tie
      ''I am my own God, master, slave
      and will be beyond the grave
      no one will take my soul away
      I will carry my own and make my day''
      Entombed - Left Hand Path - Left Hand Path(1990)

      tonkat;479210 wrote:

      wouldn't mind tasting a "cuntbag", sounds like an exotic fruit.
    • Drowning deep in my sea of loathing
      Broken your servant I kneel
      (Will you give it to me?)
      It seems what's left of my human side
      Is slowly changing in me
      (Will you give it to me?)

      Looking at my own reflection
      When suddenly it changes
      Violently it changes
      Oh no, there is no turning back now
      You've woken up the demon in me

      Get up, come on get down with the sickness
      Get up, come on get down with the sickness
      Get up, come on get down with the sickness
      Open up your hate, and let it flow into me

      Get up, come on get down with the sickness
      You mother get up
      Come on get down with the sickness
      You fucker get up
      Come on get down with the sickness
      Madness is the gift, that has been given to me


      \\\\\\ Skip half the song //////


      And when I dream
      And when I dream
      And when I dream
      And when I dream

      No mommy, don't do it again
      Don't do it again
      I'll be a good boy
      I'll be a good boy, I promise

      No mommy don't hit me, oh-ooh
      Why did you have to hit me like that mommy?
      Don't do it! You're hurting me, oh-ooh
      Why did you have to be such a bitch?

      Why don't you, why don't you fuck off and die?
      Why can't you just fuck off and die?
      Why can't you just leave here and die?
      Never stick your hand in my face again bitch
      Fuck you

      I don't need this shit
      You stupid sadistic abusive fucking whore
      Would you like to see how it feels mommy?
      Here it comes, get ready to die
    • I, ejaculate FIRE!
      A Venomous fluid, Cantankerous Druid.
      It kills when I breed, with my DETH Seed.
      CHECKMATE.
      World Dies when I procreate,
      a Bloodied Mess, it bubbles with HEAT.
      FEAR, the Splattering,
      Acidic, demattering.
      IT BURNS! I'm fried to my loins,
      Testicular Propane, tanks Exploding!



      I Perpetuate BILE!
      A Build up congestion, epididymal retention.
      My semen, in flames. Flagellum, is Pain.
      FUCK FATE.
      World's crushed from above in an Atomic Thrust.
      Deep in the CORE.
      A Seismic, TUNNELING.
      A Rythmic, PUMMELING.
      INCINERATE, the Molten Rock.
      A Rotten, Genetic, CANNON FIRE!
    • ''Nascer pra liberdade e crescer para morrer
      Crucificados pelo sistema
      Morrer sem esquecer o povo que ficou
      Crucificados pelo sistema''

      Conti may know this, most likely not
      ''I am my own God, master, slave
      and will be beyond the grave
      no one will take my soul away
      I will carry my own and make my day''
      Entombed - Left Hand Path - Left Hand Path(1990)

      tonkat;479210 wrote:

      wouldn't mind tasting a "cuntbag", sounds like an exotic fruit.
    • Your god is made out of your head man
      I don`t believe what I`m told
      I don`t say that this is all wrong now
      But who are you to judge my world
      Look out, outside it`s silver
      Inside it`s all the way gold
      One thousand bucks you claim for your kiss babe
      And for one dime you sell your soul
    • Lack Of Comprehension
      A condeming fear strikes down
      Things they cannot understand
      An excuse to cover up weaknesses that lie within
      Lies
      Laying your guilt and pain
      On people that had no part in the molding of a life
      That creates its destruction
      Lies
      Right before your very eyes
      A reflection of the mistakes
      To the end you will deny
      Your part in the demise of a life
      Lack of comprehension
      Thriving on your cliche
      Compelled by self-resentment

      Reaching into the minds of those that created
      The depression in which they
      In which they drowned their flesh and blood
      Lies
      So easy to blame the
      Everlasting fear on a pathetic attempt
      To justify the ending of life
      Lies
      Right before your very eyes
      A reflection of the mistakes
      To the end you will deny
      Your part in the demise of a life
      Lack of comprehension
      Thriving on your cliche
      Compelled by self-resentment
      ''I am my own God, master, slave
      and will be beyond the grave
      no one will take my soul away
      I will carry my own and make my day''
      Entombed - Left Hand Path - Left Hand Path(1990)

      tonkat;479210 wrote:

      wouldn't mind tasting a "cuntbag", sounds like an exotic fruit.
    • All circles presuppose they'll end where they begin
      But only in their leaving can they ever come back around
      All circles presuppose they'll end where they begin
      But only in their leaving can they ever come back around
      All circles presuppose they'll end where they begin

      All circles begin with an end
      They come back around
      They come back around again
    • Hopefully your foreign grandma
      listens to this song everyday.
      And if she asks you to
      translate the lyrics, here's what you say:

      "A perfect translation does not exist.
      Well, at least, not in your language.
      But if you must know, well, picture this:
      Fifty billion rainbows,
      and the sun is setting,
      and the moon is setting, also,
      and you're there in a gazebo.
      And then God descends from heaven
      and He gives you a million dollars.
      Take that feeling,
      and put it into a song.
      I could translate word by word,
      but that'd take too long.
      And I've got stuff to do grandma.
      I don't have time for this.
      You've gotta trust me grandma,
      this freakin' song is brilliant."