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That's when I hit pay dirt
Sink or swim I'm jumpin' in Huddled masses cling together But the herd gets thin Self assured With those fighting words Your so-called figure of speech Won't be hard I'll never lose my shirt Someday I'll hit pay pirt I'd rather die of thirst Fast-moving fast-ducking fast Running fast from the blast I'm here to carry my weigth Murder will out the ingrates No tampering with the soul I'm sidestepping your phony idols That's when I'll hit pay dirt |
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Dressed in a shroud
Preparing the stand-off A meeting of the minds must be understood Benevolent grin couldn't be kinder The ceremony guest is unveiling his hood Draining power straight from the pillar A grisly affection no one denies The darker the room The warmer the climate For an unsuspected thrill homicide Openmindedness You're old enough - to know Narrowmindedness Lethargic is thought Your brain slowly rots Lust for the taste, no time to waste It gives me, it gives strength It gives strength over you (yes i do) Waited the day That i'd be discovered Oblivious fools take the longest time Endless travels Through laws of nature Opening boxes, oh what a find Maximum pain with minimal pleasure Strive for the things that you never can have Chasing a dream that seems so appealing Only to awaken on the wrong path Begging to be the servants pet Breaking free from the horde of norm Futile transition, plenty of residue The cheerful flesh is rolled into form |
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Brass hat, CEO
Only appears for a cameo The camp is so clean And it keeps raining green The scent is strong But yet something's wrong Everything is too much right Tension, need tension God forsaken Godawful place The falling house of cards That I love to embrace I'm saving face Four star everything's comped We steer the peddlers clear Lessons in decorum given out First class, top notch, no fear Announcing every heroic feat Large praise and make it quick Good as it is it's never great This health is making me sick Wrapped up the report is done The addle brained just can't get enough The scent is strong but yet something is wrong Everything just ain't right This house of cards is erasing my face |
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Imagine every morbid thought
You've had throughout your life Becoming real in the eyes Every sucker with a weak mind You're invited to a place A sinister fearful haven Where a human sacrifice Is some stupid ass religion What the hell is wrong with the world Views are so distorted No regard for human life No law and order Darkness - sure can be a rude awakening No guest - has ever escaped the torturing Creepy feelings - coming over you Creepy feelings - lock 'em away in a room This is all created from Their wild imagination The difference between truth and false Depends on your fascination Creepy feelings - coming over you Protest - fools who will lead you into it |
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Loathsome
Glum is commonplace Lonely Longing for a face Dwelling in the shadows There's a darker side still Once what was wide open Is closed and unfulfilled Acceptance A need that I can't understand Some uninvited guest Is whispering demands Damage Private and off the beaten track Bulwarked, so as not to get shellacked As I sit in solitary confinement Which I choose Bewildered and stumped By the many ways I lose Some uninvited guest is tugging at my hand Sap the energy and corrode the order of the day Pigeon feet touch the ground, mind is disarray |
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Beat my bloody fist to a pulp
Then I'll switch hands Gotta prove that I'm a worthy man Privileged to be in god's domain A monumental task So listen obey and better never ask Good at making the call Bent over backwards Good at breaking the fall - repair me I mourn your blighted life Bent over backwards But on this we'll agree We hate people that we don't like Control, control - control issues Force fed until I hurt, regurgitate Indulgence is my mate Honest righteousness, public to be damned Throw in the towel and give the king a hand Can't control my choice A waver in the voice Gotta cut the ties that bind Can't get grounded |
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[Bonus track on limited edition double-cd]
El Diablo sale Por mis chingaderas Locuras en me suenos Los cadaberes toman cida por gusto Entra en la mente Salve me Perdida esta mi alma Porque me quiren enchufar Y saben que voy a chocar Solo la mente Le gusta mis chingaderas Si te quires Vas a parar Me Ilaman, voy a parar Cuando estoy volando Hoygo voces, voces muy confusas Porque me quiren enchufar Y saben que voy a chocar No me des tus puterias No me des tus mentiras No me des tus puterias No me digas, no me digas No me deja empas Quiero mas y mas y mas y mas |
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Before all else, better get yourself armed yeah
Watch as they gravitate to your irresistable charm Yeah - irresistable, irresistable Who is going to guard the guards themselves If you always lay down in the name of help The paupers learn quick or fall to the side It's all me myself and I Who is going to guard the guards themselves When all you do is try to survive the pelts The paupers learn quick or fall to the side I live me myself, me myself and I Don't look to heaven, cause you think that Your due reward You think you do? In my hand is a chisel For the chip on my shoulder I can't afford no Spewing energy You say the sky cries along with me Passive aggressive man Trying to trade in human misery Let go of better wisdom |
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When the final bell is rung
And the game's declared over We speak the words goodbye And I know it's forever An empty pit inside my chest Was more than a small clue No you'll never see me again Something I gotta get used to But you left much behind Some peace and vital signs Food for a busy mind And souvenirs to hold tight Just a passenger on your jetliner Crashing to the ground But the impact doesn't make a sound Well a lesson to be learned From your departure Funny thing but when you went away I lost part of my cure And now I'm searching hard Underneath every card Hoping with best regards You'll bail me out of this dream state Oh but what I feel Unfortunately is real Feeling the sting of pain Not a damn thing can erase the stain |
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