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If I could have my wasted days back
Would I use them to get back on track? Stop to warm at karmas burning Or look ahead, but keep on turning? Do I have the strength To know how I'll go? Can I find it inside To deal with what I shouldn't know? Could I have my wasted days back Would I use them to get back on track? You live it or lie it! My lifestyle determines my deathstyle Keep searching, keep on searching This search goes on, this search goes on Frantic tick tick tick tick tick tick tock Frantic tick tick tick tick tick tick tock I've worn out always being afraid An endless stream of fear that I've made Treading water full of worry This frantic tick tick talk of hurry Do I have the strength To know how I'll go? Can I find it inside To deal with what I shouldn't know Worn out always being afraid An endless stream of fear that I've made You live it or lie it! Keep searching, keep on searching This search goes on, this search goes on My lifestyle determines my deathstyle Frantic tick tick tick tick tick tick tock Frantic tick tick tick tick tick tick tock My lifestyle (Birth is pain) Determines by deathstyle (Life is pain) A rising tide (Death is pain) That pushes to the other side (It's all the same) |
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| 6:35 |
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Blackened
(Hetfield,ulrich,newsted) Blackened Is the End Winter it Will Send Throwing All You See Into Obscurity Death of Mother Earth Never a Rebirth Evolution's End Never Will it Mend Never Fire To Begin Whipping Dance of the Dead Blackened Is the End To Begin Whipping Dance of the Dead Color Our World Blackened Bustering of Earth Terminate its Worth Deadly Nicotine Kills What Might Have Been Callous Frigid Chill Nothing Left to Kill Never Seen Before Breathing Nevermore Never Fire To Begin Whipping Dance of the Dead Blackened Is the End To Begin Whipping Dance of the Dead Color Our World Blackened Blackened Opposition...Contradiction...Premonition...Compromise Agitation...Violation...Mutilation...Planet Dies Darkest Color Blistered Earth True Death of Life Termination....Expiration...Cancellation...Human Race Expectation...Liberation...Population...Lay to Waste See Our Mother Put to Death See Our Mother Die Smouldering Decay Take Her Breath Away Millions of Our Years In Minutes Disappears Darkening in Vain Decadence Remains All Is Said and Done Never Is the Sun Never Fire To Begin Whipping Dance of the Dead Blackened Is the End To Begin Whipping Dance of the Dead Fire Is the Outcome of Hypocrisy Darkest Potency In the Exit of Humanity Color Our World Blackened Blackened |
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Harvester of Sorrow
(Hetfield/Ulrich) My Life Suffocates Planting Seeds of Hate I've Loved, Turned to Hate Trapped Far Beyond My Fate I Give You Take This Life That I Forsake Been Cheated of My Youth You Turned this Lie to Truth Anger Misery You'll Suffer unto Me Harvester of Sorrow Language of the Mad Harvester of Sorrow Pure Black Looking Clear My Work Is Done Soon Here Try Getting Back to Me Get Back Which Used to Be Drink up Shoot in Let the Beatings Begin Distributor of Pain Your Loss Becomes My Gain Anger Misery You'll Suffer unto Me Harvester of Sorrow Language of the Mad Harvester of Sorrow All Have Said Their Prayers Invade Their Nightmares See into My Eyes You'll Find Where Murder Lies Infanticide Harvester of Sorrow Language of the Mad Harvester of Sorrow Language of the Mad Harvester of Sorrow |
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If I could have my wasted days back
Would I use them to get back on track? Stop to warm at karmas burning Or look ahead, but keep on turning? Do I have the strength To know how I'll go? Can I find it inside To deal with what I shouldn't know? Could I have my wasted days back Would I use them to get back on track? You live it or lie it! My lifestyle determines my deathstyle Keep searching, keep on searching This search goes on, this search goes on Frantic tick tick tick tick tick tick tock Frantic tick tick tick tick tick tick tock I've worn out always being afraid An endless stream of fear that I've made Treading water full of worry This frantic tick tick talk of hurry Do I have the strength To know how I'll go? Can I find it inside To deal with what I shouldn't know Worn out always being afraid An endless stream of fear that I've made You live it or lie it! Keep searching, keep on searching This search goes on, this search goes on My lifestyle determines my deathstyle Frantic tick tick tick tick tick tick tock Frantic tick tick tick tick tick tick tock My lifestyle (Birth is pain) Determines by deathstyle (Life is pain) A rising tide (Death is pain) That pushes to the other side (It's all the same) |
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