1. |
Crying In The Rain
04:25
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I bet you hate me so much right now.
It's not my fault you struck a foul.
To see who's to blame more clearer,
Why don't you take a good look in the mirror.
You push your insecurities on me,
To coagulate your conscious' bleeding.
As if I needed another me,
I have enough of me to deal with, please.
And you think everyone else believes,
That you're not the wanna-be?
Well, I've got news for you pal:
You're nothing without me now.
So what is left of you,
When with you I am through,
Putting up with all you do,
And the sorry-me-of-you?
Where do you belong,
When with you I am done,
And we both know that I've won,
And that you were always wrong?
So you've got a fight you've got to pick,
To make up for that tiny little dick.
I'd tell you to think about it a bit,
If your brain weren't made of shit.
You've got beef on originality,
When your originality here is me.
Is that really what you want to be,
Another in-poor-taste-copy.
Well copy me if you please,
And call it you when I call it me,
And when public opinion matters the most,
I'll let you know that we think you're a joke.
So what is left of you,
When with you I am through,
Putting up with all you do,
And the sorry-me-of-you?
Where do you belong,
When with you I am done,
And we both know that I've won,
And that you were always wrong?
All the remnants ,
Of the past.
I left you in dismay.
So what is left of you,
When with you I am through,
Putting up with all you do,
And the sorry-me-of-you?
Where do you belong,
When with you I am done,
And we both know that I've won,
And that you were always wrong?
No matter what you think,
As you slowly, slowly sink,
We both know that I've won,
And that you were always wrong.
And when you try to sing,
And everyone you love leaves,
We both know that I've won,
And that you were always wrong.
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2. |
Juggernaut
02:50
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I am what I am
Try to change me - you never fucking can
I've fought for my place
In this world that you can't take
I am stronger than you
It's in my veins - it's in me fucking through and through
I bend just enough to get
the momentum to knock your fucking head off
I am the unstoppable one
I am the fucking juggernaut
And I've been in here all along
I am the fucking juggernaut
I swear to you that I won't
Die fat and ugly like your sad and sorry selves
And unlike you - I want more
Out of this life - Out of this stupid fucking chore
Do you see this? This is my fist.
I hold it up, endlessly defiant
And I will fight you all
Til my death - til my last fucking breath
I am the unstoppable one
I am the fucking juggernaut
And I've been in here all along
I am the fucking juggernaut
I am the unstoppable one
I am the fucking juggernaut
And I've been in here all along
I am the fucking juggernaut
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3. |
Til Kingdom Come
04:13
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I never was a child
Just a devil and a host
when I use this shell up
I’ll drag him back to Hell with me to roast
Burn.
I can see the picket lines
I can read the picket signs
Circling around this very bed where we lay
I can see the picket lines
I can read the picket signs
If you don't hate me now I’m sure that you will one day
When I was but a little boy
My eyes were ice-cold blue
Now in my veins is the same
Temperature too
When I was but a little boy
My eyes were ice-cold blue
Don't you know I killed that little child
Years and years ago too?
I can see the picket lines
I can read the picket signs
Circling around this very bed where we lay
I can see the picket lines
I can read the picket signs
If you don't hate me now I’m sure that you will one day
I am the enemy
I’m the answer to questions
The end of all that is done
I am the enemy
The alpha and omega
Evil til kingdom come
When I was but a little boy
My eyes were an ice-cold blue
My veins are frozen solid now
Thanks to all of you
When I was but a little boy
My eyes were an ice-cold blue
If I see that child again
I’ll rip his blond hair out at the root
I can see the picket lines
I can read the picket signs
Circling around this very bed where we lay
I can see the picket lines
I can read the picket signs
If you don't hate me now I know that you will one day
I am the enemy
I’m the answer to questions
The end of all that is done
I am the enemy
The alpha and omega
Evil til kingdom come
I am the enemy
I’m the answer to questions
The end of all that is done
I am the enemy
The alpha and omega
Evil til kingdom come
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I will fall straight down
Stay without my soul
I’m quietly sinking in
As it swallows me whole
Please don’t follow me
This path I choose
You’re still so pure
So much left to lose
If you meet me
At the bottom
If you make your own way
If you still want me
I will follow
Let me
Take this
Cherish it
All that I have left
Kiss me
Hold me
Nothing
So much I shouldn’t’ve kept
Hurting
Rotting
Bleeding
Always too much to say
Fucking
Burning
Seething
It never goes away
Please don’t follow me
This path I choose
You’re still so pure
So much left to lose
If you meet me
At the bottom
If you make your own way
If you still want me
I will follow
Please don’t follow me
This path I choose
You’re still so pure
So much left to lose
If you meet me
At the bottom
If you make your own way
If you still want me
I will follow
You’ll be everything I wish I could have had
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