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The taste of iron inside my mouth, inside my mouth
Human art pounding heart, what a way to start
Braincell battle, two years gone, the dragon won
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Only in dreams can man be free
Free to be what he wants to be
A pattern is followed day by day
The newborn one end up the same way
Captured by rules
Surrounded by fools
A lifetime so short with demands thrown at you
Hold on to your dreams like you used to
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Scorched earth is all that's left
Where trees and flowers once grew
A trail of destruction, death and destruction
Nothing left but wasteland
Littered with human flesh and bone
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Her name was Jane, she lived alone
She had to go out, out to the phone
She had to cross the moor that night
She was all alone, and out of sight
There was a flash of steel and a lot of blood
She could not scream he had cut her throat
He tore her body, limb from limb
He liked to kill, he loved to sin
I saw the girl, the one who's dead
I saw her walking, without her head
She walked before me, before my eyes
I saw the blood, I heard her cries
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Out on your own
Times running out
Don't you look back
Jump when they shout
No return, no coming back
No coming back for you
Keep your head down
On the right track
I know you're a fool
There's no coming back
Everyone's proud
You're not alive
Name in the news
No one cried
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Sick Boy (Charged G.B.H)
02:24
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I'm strapped into my bed, I've got electrodes in my head
My nerves are really bad, it's the best time I've ever had
I'm a sick boy and there's no cure
I'm a sick boy there should be more
But I'm happy the way I am, like a sardine in a can
People taking notes, people in white coats
I see school girls everywhere, short skirts and pig-tailed hair
But why must I suffer for being a gym slip lover?
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All alone no sounds around you, paranoia sets in
The walls are white, no life, no movement, you don’t even see a stain
No visitors, no mail, ‘cause you’ve been branded a terrorist
Everything in order, checked up, who’s next in line to be searched?
Days and weeks of isolation, 24 hour observation
Yet you have to understand, we live in democracy
Footsteps in the hallway, sound at last, yet you are scared
Murder or suicide, how will they dispose of your sorry ass?
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Holocaust (Crisis)
02:36
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You've read in it in a book
Seen it on a TV screen
To you it's a nightmare
But to some it's a dream
They've hidden their swastika
Behind the union jack
You'd better watch out brothers
They're heading for a comeback
Remember Belsen, remember Auschwitz
They're trying to say they didn't exist
Don't let 'em put this country in chains
Don't let the millions die in vain
Belsen
Auschwitz
Dachau
No more holocaust
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D.O.A (D.O.A)
01:39
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Sunken eyes and rabid head
Yeah, fuck you baby, you think I'm dead?
Look in the mirror, what do you see?
You don’t like it, but it’s me
You should have got out while you could
Before the rot set in for good
You’re locked in, you’re gone too far
There’s no escape from what you are
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The lie is so real, I almost believed it
Conceit flows like sewage
How could you conceive it?
Shake my hand, look me in the eye
Smile and think of ways I'll die
Plastic bomb, plastic smile
Fake commitment, blood soaked style
Wrapped in a fur, trapped in a cancer
The swan song's over for the littlest dancer
Mistrust so explosive, apathetic corrosive
When I ask for it straight up
False face is compulsive
Try to stand tall, falling face down
Big fish, small town, small fish, ghost town
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They can’t make things worse for me
Sometimes I'd rather die
They can tell me lots of things
But I can't see eye to eye
Ah, I know they know the way I think
I know they always will
But someday I'm gonna change my mind
Sometimes I'd rather kill
Blood stains, speed kills
Fast cars, cheap thrills
Rich girls, fine wine
I've lost my sense, I've lost control, I've lost my mind
Ah, things seem so much different now
The scene has died away
I haven't got a steady job
And I've got no place to stay
Well, it's a futuristic modern world
But things aren't what they seem
Someday you better wake up
From this stupid fantasy
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What is this
I'm too blind to see
Open arms
Beckon me
Raise the curtain
And you are exposed
A bloodstained mind
But what of my hands?
Blood-shot eyes
What have I done?
It takes you in
And squeezes you tight
Feel the warmth
Feel the knife twist
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