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They Know
03:50
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I see the tides swallow the bay, there’s a storm coming our way.
The sky hangs grey and steady right above our weary heads,
as our eyes grow old and heavy and the truth remains unsaid.
Give me another goal I can focus on.
Can’t stand the sight of what I’ve become.
What good is life if it won’t please me?
I hoped somebody else would see.
I prayed somebody else would see.
Oh, they know.
I see the tides swallow the bay, there’s a storm coming our way.
I witnessed ever growing hate, I heard the mob cry out for more.
Don’t’ close your eyes before your fate when Mother Nature hits the shore.
Give me another goal I can focus on.
Can’t stand the sight of what I’ve become.
What good is life if it won’t please me?
I hoped somebody else would see.
I prayed somebody else would see.
Oh, they know.
I see the storm coming.
I see the tides swallow the bay, there’s a storm coming our way.
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2. |
Bad Luck
03:24
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There’s too many people,
they all do better than me.
But not all that they are
is all that I see.
It seems so familiar
how things fall into place for them.
Although I wander like a stray dog
I don’t have no regrets.
It’s my bad luck, surprise, surprise!
But I’m not scared to look deep into my enemies’ eyes.
All of these people,
are they sinners or saints?
They take their moment in the spotlight
but they don’t take the blame.
It’s my bad luck, surprise, surprise!
But I’m not scared to look deep into my enemies’ eyes.
Here we are at last,
ten thousand days have passed,
and it all seems the same to me.
You wear the same old mask.
You say “what’s passed is past”,
to prove it’s all just how it used to be.
It’s my bad luck, surprise, surprise!
But I’m not scared to look deep into my enemies’ eyes.
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3. |
Sweet Revenge
03:11
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Sweet revenge, you taste so fine. I am yours and you are mine,
and the minute that we shut this door I will make you see.
All the stories have been told,
still you’ve got me hoping
And I see something’s on your mind that you still haven’t told me.
Yes, I see something’s on your mind!
I was hoping it was easier,
if it was where’d be the fun of it?
I was hoping it was easier, but I like!
Everyone gets out of line. I am yours and you are mine,
but don’t ever turn your back on me, don’t turn your back on me.
All the stories have been told,
still you’ve got me hoping.
And I see something’s on your mind that you still haven’t told me.
Yes, I see something’s on your mind!
I was hoping it was easier,
if it was where’d be the fun of it?
I was hoping it was easier, but I like it!
Brace yourself, don’t hate yourself.
You mean the world to me, it means the world to me
that we are what we are – to each other.
I was hoping it was easier.
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4. |
Ptgd
02:47
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The smell of coffee reminds me of you.
The smell of cigarettes reminds me of myself.
The filth on my skin cannot represent the state I am in –
the damage is done!
So put the Gun down!
I made a promise and I sealed it.
I paid the price with my own blood.
Took down the offer to grow wiser – here I walk again!
Don’t approach me with foregone chances, I chose to watch this one go by
There’s only one thing you can’t get your hands on, that’s the essence of me!
So put the Gun down!
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5. |
What I'm not
04:06
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You want an honest answer, go find the honest man.
You seek to be forgiven, go find the purest soul –
there’s a cure for your broken heart.
I’m a skeleton without a backbone,
a pillar of salt with a heart of stone.
I am homeless in my only home,
I’m the digital age, I’m a soldier in a drone war.
I’m a legal case with six billion precedents.
I’m a tyrant – but I’m innocent.
A gold-digger with a shovel in my hands.
The ugly truth with the face of a president.
An anarchist bowing to the rule of law.
I’m a three-headed hellhound watching your backdoor.
I’m a jealous ex-girlfriend keeping the score.
I’m a military force and I’m ready for more.
I’m not speechless!
We just don’t choose to talk.
I’m a lunatic – I am love and I’m hate.
I’m a humanist – I am hunter and bait.
I’m a beggar and a head of state.
I’m the last living legend accepting my fate.
I’m a child soldier praying for sleep.
A pool of blood for your naked feet.
A dying shark sinking deeper and deeper and deeper.
I’m the God of all people saying “fuck the people”.
I’m not speechless!
We just don’t choose to talk.
The pain that we feel each and every day -
the pills that we take, they don’t take it away.
The lies that we tell us are what makes us stay.
Today, baby blue, everything is OK.
I’m not speechless!
We just don’t choose to talk.
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6. |
Shame
03:39
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They won’t hold you back! Shame on them!
Now look what you’ve done, you fool!
You turned on the ones you love. Shame on you!
If you’ve still got a voice, leave the kids to their toys,
pick your weapon of choice, it’s a whole lot of shouting for so little noise– you fool!
Go tear down those walls they’ve built for you.
Walk mile after mile to see it’s true.
If you’ve still got a voice, leave the kids to their toys,
pick your weapon of choice, it’s a whole lot of shouting for so little noise– you fool!
They won’t hold you back! Shame on them!
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7. |
The Greater Good
03:34
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Stone walls, steel and dynamite can’t hold me.
A foot soldier in the devil’s army, I roam this world in my worn-out shoes.
Stand back and watch me closely, sit back and watch the news.
Behold, Messiah 2.0.
I take on the chosen people’s sins.
Looking good in my slim tuxedo,
I seduce the masses and betray their kings–
It’s all for the Greater Good.
Your truth, my conscience won’t stop me.
Cry for help, ask for forgiveness, sell your flesh once your soul is sold.
I’m a wolf, a man of business, the stakes are high but the yield is golden.
Behold, Messiah 2.0.
I take on the chosen people’s sins.
Looking good in my slim tuxedo,
I seduce the masses and betray their kings–
It’s all for the Greater Good.
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8. |
Bullet
02:29
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And the man with the gun says:
“Bullet for bullet”.
I’ll do my best to be like a little brother to you.
But I can’t come running like a child when you tell me to.
And the man with the gun says:
“Bullet for bullet.”
I’ll do my best to be a voice of reason to you.
But I can’t come running like a child when you tell me to.
And the man with the gun says:
“Bullet for bullet.”
Why can’t there ever be an end to all these lies?
You made your mind up, enjoy your precious time.
It’s too late to run and hide–the man with the gun says:
“Bullet for bullet.”
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9. |
Fever
03:01
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If you hurt me, baby, hurt me good.
I should forget about it, I know I should.
Some may judge me, say I’m out of line,
if I can’t do it for the money, I’ll just do it for the time.
How long can I hide from the truth and the pain?
My whole body is on fire, I caught that fever once again.
I did not take you for a liar,
I always take one step but you take one higher.
Step into the light or step into the fire!
You’ve got your questions, baby, and I’ve got mine.
I’m one of many and you’re one of a kind.
Some may judge me, say I’m out of line,
if I can’t do it for the money, I’ll just do it for the time.
How long can I hide from the truth and the pain?
My whole body is on fire, I caught that fever once again
I did not take you for a liar,
I always take one step but you take one higher.
Step into the light or step into the fire!
Can’t you see I need the money?
I taste milk and honey!
I’m superschizophrenic!
I did not take you for a liar,
I always take one step but you take one higher.
Step into the light or step into the fire!
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10. |
Pickpocket
03:41
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Boy I’d lie, if I said that you had a choice.
I picked you to become just another one of my toys.
Treat me like a princess, I’ll treat you like a dog!
And I’ll walk away even if you beg me to stay!
Fire away, pickpocket,
make me feel the pain you feel.
Make me obey, pickpocket,
make me feel the pain you feel, make me want the love you steal.
Boy, I love to see you shiver when my hands run down your spine
I love to hear you whisper my name and insist you’re only mine.
You need to understand - I’m a cold hard bitch!
And I’ll walk away even if you beg me to stay
Fire away, pickpocket,
Make me feel the pain you feel.
Make me obey, pickpocket,
make me feel the pain you feel.
Fire away, pickpocket,
make me feel the pain you feel, make me want the love you steal.
I’ll make you cry, I’ll make you sigh, I’ll make you sweat, I’ll make you wet,
I’ll make you pray, I’ll make you obey, I’ll set you on fire, I’ll be your desire.
Just another pickpocket,
Make me feel the pain you feel, make me want the love you steal.
Exploit your sway, deceive me like a pickpocket.
I’m a player in children’s play – you’re a predator and I’m your prey.
Make me feel the pain now!
Come and take my love away
I’m just a pickpocket!
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11. |
In my Time of Dying
03:56
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In my time of dying I don’t want nobody to mourn.
All I want for you to do is take my body home.
Well, well, well.
In my time of dying I don’t want nobody to cry.
All I want for you to do is take me when I die.
Well, well, well.
Meet me, Satan, meet me, meet me at the gates of hell.
The only truth that’s left for me, are the lies I live to tell
Well, well, well–I can die young.
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