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at young modern station Arthritic conversation Life has a dead line lately Allergic and in the news The clocks are ticking timeless Dead Dali days behind us The band is back together Allergic and in the news Does it make you cry When I make you feel so far away The in

ve got a splitting head ache Two aspirin for the pain Im on a wagon rollin like a freight train Another darkest day Always in harms way I've got a new bruise swelling Beaten by the bottle So beautiful and so strange Scatter all the pieces The puzzle will rema

the fangs and the claws Concealing the hidden underneath within Smiling through every handshake while hiding the fangs and the claws There is a beast inside the beauty And beauty inside of the beast For a prodigious moment The surface become

only you could love me sometimes We'd rule the world together sometimes You know we'd fight forever sometimes And end our wars together sometimes You're at the top of my list Higher than milk and eggs Higher than Huey's fist You keep my temperature hot Like I was feverish I'm n

ll dispose of bodies For their stench makes me sick Chopping them up, dismemberment of the rot I am one with the rotting For they arouse me Feeding the urge, the devourment of the sick Bring the dead inside To fulfill atrocities Once warm shell will witn

dude, he said that, like, when we were making the first Linkin Park record He was like, Yeah you know, I don't know about the rapping like, I don't know... maybe you should just be a rock band. You know what I mean, like, trying to change us like th

dude, he said that, like, when we were making the first Linkin Park record He was like, "Yeah you know, I don't know about the rapping like, I don't know... maybe you should just be a rock band." You know what I mean, like, trying to change us like they s

ages travelled by the holy fire Today free, free and triumphant To no avail for the dungeons and chains of the inquisition Poor and lonely are my adversers Who serving the beast for million years With the whip and crown of thorns Shall be remunerated today Wan

past in our minds, open the door of destiny, magic step to unknown truth is a secret of ugliness. Rotten, grey memory brings the hideous recollection. When your present becomes past horror will come back, our grey memory is possessed by rancid times. Rotten, grey memo

Words and music by Jamison J. Statema © 2002 Found Free Music (ASCAP) Administered by Fun Attic Music I had a brother, yes I did I guess you could say he was a unique kid Everyday after school he’d be playin’ outside, playin’ outside One day I saw him i

re dying slow Suffering through The torture and hideous abuse The return to the grave is imminent and welcomed You're dying slow Can't take this Not anymore Against the wall Guns pointed Point blank range Blindfolded The thunder The power To never Be whole again

knows that your standard's subterranean And the logic in my words does not permeate your cranium Everybody knows that you think that you are serious While everybody here knows that you're delirious Take your f***in' meds boy! Every day you say that you're harder than tit

flies all hovering above The magistrate puts on his gloves And he looks to the clouds all pink and disheveled There must be some blueprint, some creed of the devil inscribed in our minds A hideous game vanishes in the air, the vanity of slaves Wh

song was designed to make you feel lovely By pointing out the flaws on your fat body And pretending that we love then to make you feel pretty But clearly you’re ugly “WAIT WHAT?” You know nobody loves those gross wrinkles by your eyes Your huge thighs are hideous and you

deformed way beyond belief Cast out from their concerned society Flesh contorting day after day Freak of the dark world is what the people say Their lives decay before their eyes There is no hope of cure Among their own kind they live A life that

My collection of nightmares, thoughts, and real life situations I've lived 17 is the number tattooed on the right side of my head My own personal number Soon to be explained in future interviews or instances By listening to this album, you are literally,

all the obscene Persuade the most hideous and ugly Under every pile and stone A rebirth, for you to find Freedom is to be able To go in any direction So take the uncertain path One foot in the open Ten feet ahead Build your own ladder And don't lie to y

they paid him the advance, and waited for the book. But the writer didn't care none, no he didn't give a F. F. F. F. Fortune squandered, he's drugged up bad. They called him insane, the called him a fag. Somewhere in the city, unanswered prayers. Somewhere in

rules over your body All your limbs give way from decay You are witness of your end Sorrowful view on remains Your loud screams can't help you now The end of life is your destiny Black gangrene still attacks You fight till death, but with no result

something stains your pride And leaves you back with despite Your vain attempts to blank it out Troubled, in a state of doubt Both inside and outside Demons stalk your hide No chance for you to get away Without their affliction Everything you ever wanted They

kick a little somethin' for them cars that be bumpin' somethin' real smooth you can just ride to tell me how you feel here we go... The day seems nice and bright and everything feels alright Went to school without a fool tryin' to pick a fight I w

watched... From mountains of spirit, Where gods claim the universe. I watched... As life lingered in sordid desperation. My hidden, true form Became a mask of solitude A prodigal reflection Of human depreciation Utter isolation approaching n

to the evening news, I thank you all for tuning in, Yes, I'm your host and your journalist, here Chamillionaire, so let the news begin, Our helicopters out in the streets look at the screen, an' let's zoom it in, 'cause Cashis is live at the scene, hey

Music: F. Estby. Lyrics: F. Estby.] Stab it or grab it instant the burning of choices you make follow prophetic turnings stinging the eyes out of every option go with the flow a hideous notion Would you dare to look hate in the eye kill yourse

corpses, scattered around With flesh and bones as a solid ground Countless bodies piled up on one another One is more disfigured than the other [Chorus:] Remains in red Neverending malice Remains in red Everlasting horror A hideous massacre, a massmurder complete C

me Into your ideal creation Fondle me When in need of attention Brutalise me As a target for your aggression Inject me With your putrid diseases Stretch my senses Beyond the peak of insanity Why practice methods of prevention

last night of the fair By the big wheel generator A boy is stabbed And his money is grabbed And the air hangs heavy like a dulling wine She is Famous She is Funny An engagement ring Doesn't mean a thing To a mind consumed by brass (money) And

thrumming raised an exulting grunt At each full moon savage bands hunt Under paling stars a pit of charred bones Sacrificed victims on shadowy palm groves Fear...the night Fear the night Fear...the night Fear the night The demon-god worship rev

wind The war I'm burning out Is this the end The bombs are raining hell I see the real me Floating out to space Blown to bits Where's the human race Slave Well it's immortal right But I'll give it a try As they fly through the air Doubters beware My home

young man wants to run But they found him a gun Now he shoots and he burns everything down. That young man wants to run But they found him a gun Now he shoots and he burns everything down. The trigger, trigger, he pulls, he's a killer, killer. Without a shiver, he rules

we sit down to this lovely gourmet meal the candle light is shining off your face I gaze into your beautiful eyes... you give me this hideous look A look that's meant to kill coming from a face so dull Open up your eyes and see what you have missed This night would be so perfe

x2 Slayer of mutants has summoned you to fall Confined to the cage… Where the hideous Legends are born The sky is screaming Turning to blood The guilty are beaten and hung One by one Hangman Driven insane Hangman Evil remains Murderoous torturer glar

s a child staring across the water As he sights his forgotten Tears flow from his hideous face The face that has lived through the hell of his race The time is lost as he sights the moon The music is sweet,he begins to swoon The water is rising

can be together Ah you and me We should be together We are all outlaws in the eyes of America In order to survive we steal cheat lie forge fred hide and deal We are obscene lawless hideous dangerous dirty violent and young But we should be together

ice - Terminal frost Closing eyes of the equinox Dimensional change - darkening skies The sphere is shackled till dusk Prophet dreams - ride the winds As black holes open for devouring Universal chaos in the realm of time Surface of earth - covered in rime

this world, Enveloped in a wretched disease, A virus that brought demise. Hunting the beasts by day, A cure I seek in their own blood. This task, appointed to me. I cannot fail, Because everything will go to hell and perish. I cannot fail, E

denied perpetuated Battle in your mind asphyxiated At the foot of the CROSS All your burdens were lost You felt such relief within Slowly rotting - into a useless crusade of sin You have fallen away Scrounging to make your own way Life seems fun when you''re on the ru

shed their precious tears wept the loss of life the absence of bright days unable to see the beauty of death so elegantly decayed In long ranks they marched surely towards peril and doom and the orchestra played a desolate song as they willingly went to their tomb A mi

should've known With a boy like you Your middle name is always I'd always love you Uh-huh yeah You let the needle drop I think that you could do so much better Those conventions are taking their toll on you The phantom is disguised It's horrifyin'

incarnate from the depths of night, a monstrous creature that hungers for light. Corrupted by Melkor to do as he says, this hideous spider, unwillingly obeys. Telperion and Laurelin shone brightly this night, these trees of the Gods, created for light. All around Val

peint sa bouche Elle pense a John Rien qu'a John Un sourire, puis un soupir Elle fredonne une... chanson Ni triste, ni gaie Entre deux, trois... interviews Et du swing qui mousse Dans son bain, c'est fou Marilyn chante son nom Elle s'invente des chansons Sur le

wanna let you do me a favour I wanna let you be my saviour Im gonna let you get me on my knees I take a tie take a tie and I pay her Im comina cut every cunt with a razor I wanna try to f*** you with a taser now bzzz I take a tie take a tie and Im serious But inside Im pervert

a world of pain, sinister outcome slices through Steel cuts through skin, blood of old, blood of new Become his hideous art, watching yourself die You and your limbs now part, exanguate his high Laid out on the table, strapped down, cannot move The parting o

in the dance are we Or do we call the tune We're keeping up our ratings While we feed you wreck and ruin Thespians of revolution, money in the bank With our college boy lisps Brown ale gurus Sunday supplement priests Lunch with urban guerillas On expense accoun

the things they said would happen to you Don't you know they're all coming true? Goin' nowhere fast Nothing's strange as when it seems You're living out all your worst possible dreams Goin' nowhere fast Bad times, worse times, all the times in between I stumble in my sha

are changing when people grow, and loose their faith from the hands of progress. They are transformed and look brand new. They change their names, but not their rules. Mercenaries will play the flute. Leading the rats with their comforting tune to wash their sins in toxic l

the other kids with the pumped up kicks You better run, better run, outrun my gun All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You better run, better run, faster than my bullet Zac: Ellen works a long day Giving weird interviews in a slick cool sweater And it gets kind of weird

the other kids with the pumped up kicks You better run, better run, outrun my gun All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You better run, better run, faster than my bullet Ellen works a long day Giving weird interviews in a slick cool swea

used to think you understood Taught me right and learnt me good Made things simple for my brain Told the truth and made it plain But the implications I mistook Until I found out whose side you took And now with paper in my hand I'm beginning to understand So this i

spoke the words that let them in Chanted in tongues, indulged in sin [Lead: Shaune / Erik] I've embraced a darker way Will a new life begin Conspiracy with demons Hidden deep within my skin They taint my soul now Insidious brethren Whispering their hatred Of the purity of