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Post by Faygo on Mar 12, 2004 19:55:34 GMT -5
Alright all you people out there in whatever land, here's the thread for posting your favorite song, and its lyrics! This is a good way for us, and all our MIA friends to get out their and get hooked up with some wicked-ass music! Here's mine! Its called:
- Halls Of Illusions - By: Insane Clown Posse --------------------------
Ticket please, thanks, walk through the door Into the Halls Of Illusions, visit yours And see what coulda and shoulda and woulda been real But you had to f**k up tha whole deal "Lets take a walk down the hallway It's a long way it, it takes all day!"
And when you get to tha end, you'll find a chair With straps and chains, we slap you in there Lock you down tight so you can't move a thread And pull your eyelids up over your head Cuz you're about to witness an illusionary dream It's just to bad it ain't what it seems
You walk in and see two kids on the floor They playin Nintendo and he's got tha high score And sittin behind them chillin in a chair Is your wife, when ya look, oh, you ain't there It's some other man in the hand in hand Now she looks so happy you don't understand See this is an illusion, it never came true All because of you!
Back to reality and what you're about Your wife can't smile cuz ya knocked her teeth out And she can't see straight from gettin hit Cuz you're a fat f**kin drunk piece of sh*t But it's all good here, come have a beer I'll break the top off it and shove it in ya ear And you're death comes wicked painful and slow At tha hands of MILENKO!
Great Milenko, wave your wand Don't look now, your life is gone This is all because of you What you got yourself into Great Milenko, wave your wand Don't look now, your life is gone This is all because of you What you got yourself into
Look who's next it's Mr. Clark The dirty old man from the trailer park You got your ticket? Thanks take your coat off And later on, why not, I'll rip your throat off
"Lets take a walk down the hallway It's a long way it, it takes all day"
And when you get to the end you'll find a chair You see all the blood, yeah your boy was just here We get all different kind of people comin through Richies, chickens and bitches just like you In the Halls everybody gets a turn To sit and witness your illusion before you burn
What do we have here, oh yeah, no way It looks like your kids and they okay Your daughter's chillin up in college top grade And your son's a f**kin doctor, phat paid They got families and kids and it's all good They even coach little league in the neighborhood Is this true have ya really seen tha holy ghost? Nah, bitch, not even close!
Back to reality your son's on crack And your daughter's got nut stains on her back And they both f**kin smell like sh*t And live in the gutter and sell crack to each other When they were kids you'd beat em and leave em home And even whip em with the cord on the telephone And that reminds me man hey ya gotta call Watch your step to Hell...it's a long fall!
Great Milenko, wave your wand Don't look now, your life is gone This is all because of you What you got yourself into Great Milenko, wave your wand Don't look now, your life is gone This is all because of you What you got yourself into
Ah, it's time to pack up and move to the next town But we forgot Mr. Bigot, okay, dig it We can't show you an illusion cuz we're all packed But I'll still cut ya neck out, hows that?
Great Milenko, wave your wand Don't look now, your life is gone This is all because of you What you got yourself into Great Milenko, wave your wand Don't look now, your life is gone This is all because of you What you got yourself into Great Milenko, wave your wand Don't look now, your life is gone This is all because of you What you got yourself into Great Milenko, wave your wand Don't look now, your life is gone This is all because of you What you got yourself into
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Post by Faygo on Mar 14, 2004 2:45:17 GMT -5
- Let's go all the way! - By: Insane Clown Posse --------------------------------
aint nobody jealous everybody has they own nobody locked up everybody everybody is free to roam look at that scrubby (jus chillin) wit a hottie on his side look at them rich kids, poor kids everybody together on the same side and they down to ride
lets go all the way (lets go all the way) lets go all the way lets go high high high lets go all the way
aint nobody left out everybody gets to go it could never be too crowded come on we still pickin up some mo' dont nobody hate you, playa hate you there aint no hate at all gotta hold out thier hands and catch you they'll catch you and they never will let you fall you aint gotta worry all day long
lets go all the way (lets go all the way) lets go all the way lets go high high high lets go all the way
never no sickness no sickness nobody has to die nobody has to die everythings answered right then and there never have to wonder why (you never have to wonder why no oh) wont nobody rush you no program be as long as you wanna be can you guess what this place is? your future make it a reality all you have to do is follow me
lets go all the way (lets go all the way) lets go all the way lets go high high high lets go all the way lets go all the way (lets go all the way) lets go all the way lets go high high high lets go all the way
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Post by Faygo on Mar 14, 2004 15:22:14 GMT -5
NEWS FLASH!!! Y'all are messing up my topic!!
- Toys of the Graveyard - By: Insane Clown Posse -----------------------------------
"Ooo, I like this toy. Watch it go. Uw...wait!" (gunshots)
"We're sorry the person you are calling is dead"
[Violent J] I was like six, I used to get dissed by the chicks And everyone would chase me and hit me with bricks And rocks and sticks and calling me names And filled my lunchbox with frogbrains (eeww!) When I left school, it was much iller My daddy was a serial killer And how about that, he'd always make me sit in the back With all his dead bodies on my lap (move!) When I got home, enough of the static Hammer and tools, went up to the attic Never knew any other girls or boys Only my toys, toys, toys Bang! Clang! Hammer and twist Nobody knows I exist, and I'm pissed But I won't be mentally scarred Instead I make toys, toys of the graveyard Monday, ringing the bell It's all about show and tell, might as well Show all these bastards just what I got Yo, check out my toy box!
"Nothing feels better than a good harty-harr, right boys and girls"
[Violent J] We got dead bodies everywhere you look All the nerds sitting up front got cooked Others start screaming and making a dash So I start handing out toys fast at last You like slinkies, we got slinkies Only mine like to wrap around your face And stretch, twist, kazoom And whip your body all over the fuckin room So come, one at a time Open your gift and what you will find Is a toy, my friend, that you'll never forget It's not everyday that you get your skull split You like soldiers, we got soldiers Made with rubber and steel, they look real But I wouldn't just toss em under your bed That's how you get an axe to the forehead (oww) And don't let em sit around all day Come home and find you mom, dead in the hallway Cuz they can be nifty All the toys are shifty, haha, in my toy box
"Woooowee, that sure sounds like fun!"
[Violent J] That's not a toy, hey, wait a minute Don't fuck around, homie, you can lose an eye with it That's my double blade razor whip chop jimmy And it's mine, motherfucker, so gimme gimme You want toys, you come to the right place Try my little toy, Mutilating Mental Case Wind him up, let him go among all of ya Then BANG! serial slaughterer Your turn, reach in and get lucky Oh look, he pulled out a rubber ducky It make a funny sound and then BANG! Blew the fingers off his fuckin hand Don't stop, class ain't done yet I remember you calling me poindexter Bookworm brainy, my aggrevation Went into these little creations Reach in, you might find something wicked Wicked, scary, chop bang pickadery Off with your head, a robot with a sword But now he's looking at me, but what for? "Eh, wait a minute, I made you Get them, not me. Eh, wait a minute, motherfucker!!!" "Oh, I love this record."
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Post by Psychotic Kat on Mar 15, 2004 21:14:20 GMT -5
- Redneck Hoe - By: Insane Clown Posse --------------------------------
Rapping to this bitch with a red neck A red neck, that f**king red neck Rapping to this bitch with a red neck A down south bitch with a red-ass neck Bitch, you gotta red neck But you look kinda straight so I'm bout to step Heard you like f**king in pig pens You never seen boys, so you f**k your girlfriends Bitch, I know you's a ho So let me f**k you with my big toe Cuz I don't care what them hicks can do poo, I can f**k like a chicken hawk too Bitch, we can take a walk But I hate the way you f**kin' hillbillies talk So keep your filthy ass mouth shut And don't say poo, nasty slut Bitch, I wanna hit it So I can drop your ass in a New York minute But you quick to act like you didn't know Like you didn't know, that I'm a jigglo, you didn't know Bitch, we can sit on the porch Swing in a chair, I don't f**king care But then it's to the sac, to the sac we go I'm finna f**k this red neck ho Bitch, you's a ho And ho you's a bitch Everybody knows that you's a... Funky bitch Rapping to this bitch with a red neck A f**king red neck, a red-ass neck Rapping to this bitch with a red neck Said a mop-top corn stalk red-ass neck Bitch, it's 2 Dope Before I threw you this dick, I throw you some soap Cuz you been in the barn all day Milking cows and f**king with hay Bitch, if you let me hit I don't care, you can play your Wayne Newton poo I can take a little Conway Twitty While I'm sucking on red neck tittie Bitch, I go down south With a piece of wheat hanging out my mouth And sport a funky-ass straw hat But after I hit it...MOTHERf**k THAT! Bitch, I from the big city And I'm finna fall asleep on your big tittie Yeah, it's the farmer's daughter But I ain't gonna f**k in no swamp water Bitch, drop your overalls And we f**k in the back of a horse stall You're the ugly bitch I know But I still f**k ya, red neck ho Bitch, you's a ho And ho you's a bitch Everybody knows that you's a... Funky bitch My ratsaw can't even hang With the wicked poo you've done You go lynching with your gang On a brother or a Mexican f**k, this poo may never quite Bigots may never learn I'll cut your motherf**king throat out, bigot Now it's your turn Bigots in the north seem to get respect You know I'd choke that greasy neck Step to the left, step to the right In my piece, and I'll f**k your face up Bitch, cuz I don't sleep I said "f**k you, bitch, I don't sleep" In the south there's a lot of good faces But poo, I'm gat on a f**king racists Bitch, I can't tell from where I'm at But it looks like your neck is red, f**k that I'm about to step So I can say I f**ked a ho with a red neck Bitch, you's a ho And ho you's a bitch Everybody knows that you's a... Funky bitch
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Post by Psychotic Kat on Mar 16, 2004 18:46:47 GMT -5
Tilt-A-Whirl by ICP
Welcome to the Tilt a Whirl, he, all you mutha f**kers are gonna die, everyone , you dieing everyday, constantly, ill kill myself right mutha f**kin now and still wont die, try it, wicked clowns never, never die why
Oh my goody look a chicken keep your money heres a ticket, hold up keep your kids out here they too young to play in there. Step right up now strap em in lock it tight under his chin, clamp his arms up to his side its gonna be a helly ride. Now if you misplace an item psychopathic is sure to find em, if you lose your nugget yo hatchet aint responsible. Look and wonder if you will cos we about to rip and kill, think about your every sin as I tilt a whirlly spin. They all die, die They all die, die Looky look a fancy f**k with his wallet up his butt, give the wealthy what they want f**k the line put him up front. Welcome to our specticle carny rides etcetrical, hope you like it even though you have to mingle with a poe. Here you go sir have a seat you got to test this ride is neat, tell you now the ride is fast might want me to hold your cash. We gonna spin until your soul leaves your body dead cold, tilt a whirl is sprayin blood all over the neighbourhood. They all die, die (I'mma watch you die, whatcha wanna die) They all die, die (You deserve to die, time for you to die) Welcome buddy what you did like to punch around your kids., threw all them bodies now we gonna go another round. Excuse us while we clean up here pile them upover there, strap him in and start the show this time speed it up some more. Tell me any last requests before your guts rip out you chest, f**k all that dont give them nothin slap his ass and press te button. Fair enough another down carnival of f**k around, fire up the tilt a whirl and well see you all in hell. They all die, die (I'mma watch you die, time for you to die) They all die, die (You deserve to die, I'mma watch you die) Yo the dark carnival will never die, i mean thats all we do is think about dieing, wed wish wed die, wed hope wed die, the only problem is we aint never ever ever gonna die mutha f**ker They all die, die (I'mma watch you die, everybody dies) They all die, die (I'mma watch you die, time for you to die) Roun' and roun' and roun' you go Roun' and roun' and roun' you go Roun' and roun' and roun' you go (I'm going to watch you die, time for you to die)
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Post by Faygo on Mar 17, 2004 16:51:53 GMT -5
Cat <-> Caitlyn <-> Pyro Friend of Justin and I. She doesn't live around here, and I don't know if she plays smash too often, but she can sure burninate in Starcraft..
- Replica - By: Fear Factory ----------------------
I am a duplication Innocently I was conceived So violently There was no love There was no love for me There was only hatred
I am rape I am hate I am rape I am hate
Every day I feel anonymous hate Forever in the shadow of disgrace
I am rape I am hate I am rape I am hate
Filled with pain A bruised and darkened soul Spare me from the Life that's full of misery I don't want to live that way I don't want to live that way
There is no love
Every day I feel anonymous hate Forever in the shadow of disgrace
I am rape I am hate I am rape I am hate
Filled with pain A bruised and darkened soul Spare me from the Life that's full of misery
I am so Filled with pain A bruised and darkened soul Spare me from the Life that's full of misery I don't want to live that way I don't want to live that way I don't want to live that way I don't want to live that way
I am so Filled with pain A bruised and darkened soul Spare me from the Life that's full of misery
Spare me from the Life that's full of pain Spare me from the Life that's full of pain I don't want to live that way I don't want to live that way I don't want to live that way I don't want to live that way I don't want to live that way I don't want to live that way Love!
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Post by Psychotic Kat on Mar 19, 2004 20:44:03 GMT -5
Since when do I burninate on Starcraft? What crack are you on Eric?
Demanufacture Lyrics By:Fear Factory
Desensitized by the values of life Maligned and despaired by government lies
Revenge is so strong I taste it on my tongue My gun will be Your angel of mercy
Dislocated by the eyes of disdain Abused beyond recognition
I can't cope with The madness abounding Blasts in my head Of gunfire resounding
Firing relentless Killing the senses
I've got no more goddamn regrets I've got no more goddamn respect
I am the thorn In your eye Am the thorn In your eye
I am the thorn In your eye Am the thorn In your eye
Revenge is so strong I taste it on my tongue My gun will be Your angel of mercy
I've got no more goddamn regrets I've got no more goddamn respect
I've got no more goddamn regrets I've got no more goddamn respect
I've got no more goddamn regrets I've got no more goddamn respect
Regret respect Regret respect
Regret respect Regret respect
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Post by Psychotic Kat on Mar 25, 2004 21:33:15 GMT -5
Psycopathic Lyrics By:Insane Clown Posse
The ghettos of America are breeding grounds For the criminal minded As for years they have killed one another of And America has enjoyed its creation But now these ghetto-minded criminals Have crossed the line into your neighborhood And will soon give you a taste of the hell That they have lived for so long So pops, this time its your son gets shot Deal with your own creation Well, I've been to the storm house and then some Payed me dues but I'm still a street hoodlum Dropped out of school cuz I couldn't find my locker Stubbles on my chin, I got hair like Chewbacca Might see me sleeping on the street Don't look for a job cuz there's no jobs looking for me Then it all went to my head Next, forty-nine motherf**kers dead Tell the pigs I did it Place spot at your back And beat you in the head with it And keep your bitch in place Or I'm a send her ass home with a foot print on her face Uh, I'm hating sluts Shoot them in the face, steb back and itch my nuts 'Less I'm in the sac Cuz I f**k so hard it'll break they back All the pressure's packed into one nut I was waiting on a bus and my head blew up And the sight'll make ya sick Violent J, motherf**ker, psychopathic Psychopathic Thought you know bitch The ICP is made up of psychotic Demented psycho clumsy motherf**kers And we'll put a hook on your bumb leg Like it ain't nobody's business So I'm standing by the train tracks Then you see me running but naked with a battle axe I'm swinging and slicing and chopping and cutting and.. Aah, until I'm nothing Seems like I always get beat down Like the hawk turned to the wicked clown Tail turned out to the ghetto cuz Southwest Detriot is comended one's home So you might see me at a festival Cussin', rude, and scratching my testicles With a cold two-liter in hand Rapping to the bitch at the french fry stand Take it to the Patent Park Then I'll make a sexist remark Cuz they're all eventually bitching Serve me f**king take your ass to the kitchen Police don't like me it's obvious Just don't look in the trunk Or the sight'll make you sick Violent J, motherf**ker, psychopathic (theme from "Halloween" ) Yeah, I've always been a psycho Psycho-psycho-sick-psycho-sick-psycho-psycho I'll throw rocks at stray dogs Build crackhouses out of Lincoln logs I cut class, said I was a faker You was in school, I was home watching Green Acres Now I'm all up in your face You can barely hear the rap with all that bass I'm running with a southwest street gang And I never let my southwest meat hang Cuz you know what ICP's all about Take a brick off the street And bust you in the mouth Find the girl's daddy's rich And his sweet little angel's my sewer freak bitch But I filled the turkey up with the stuffing Like Billy Bill say, "a bitch ain't nothing" Grab her by the arm and break Grab her by the life and take it And, ya know, the sight'll make ya sick Violent J, motherf**ker, psychopathic Psychopathic
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Post by Ok heres my input on Apr 3, 2004 6:40:06 GMT -5
Um... heres mine
-Pardon Me (acoustic)- By:Incubus
Pardon Me while i burst...
A Decade ago, i never thought i would be a 23 on the verge of spontanious combustion, woe is me But i guess that it comes with the territory an eminous landscape of never ending collamity I need you to hear, I need you to see That I can take an exploding scene like an eminent Possibility To me
(chorus) So Pardon me while i burst into flames Ive had enough of the world and its peoples mindless games So pardon me while i burn and rise above the flames pardon me pardon me Dont ever be the same
2 days ago I was having a look in a book and i saw a guy, fried up above his knee I said, i can relate cause lately ive been thinking of combustication as a welcome from the burdens of the planet earth were gravity hipocracy and the perrils of being in 3d thinking so much differently
(chorus)So Pardon me while i burst into flames Ive had enough of the world and its peoples mindless games So pardon me while i burn and rise above the flames pardon me pardon me Dont ever be the same
Never be the same, yeah Pardon me while i burst into flames pardon me pardon me pardon me (chorus)So Pardon me while i burst into flames Ive had enough of the world and its peoples mindless games So pardon me while i burn and rise above the flames pardon me pardon me Dont ever be the same
Never be the same, yeah
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Post by SharinganSasuke on Apr 3, 2004 15:05:54 GMT -5
I finaly decided to get sme brains (justin, dont say a word) and copied these lyrics from the incubus site, so without further ado
-Nice to no you- By: Incubus
Better than watching Gellar bending silver spoons Better than witnessing newborn nebulaes in bloom She who sees from up high smiles and surely sings Perspective pries your once weighty eyes and it gives you wings I haven't felt the way I feel today In so long it's hard for me to specify I'm beginning to notice how much this feels Like a waking limb, pins and needles, nice to know you Goodbye, nice to know you Goodbye, nice to know you Deeper than the deepest Cousteau would ever go And higher than the heights of what we often think we know Blessed she who clearly sees the wood for the trees To obtain a birds eye is to turn a blizzard to a breeze I haven't felt the way I feel today In so long it's hard for me to specify I'm beginning to notice how much this feels Like a waking limb, pins and needles, nice to know you Goodbye, nice to know you Goodbye, nice to know you So could it be that it has been there all along?
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Post by Psychotic Kat on Apr 3, 2004 15:58:12 GMT -5
[glow=red,4,000] genius, you have brains? wow, its hard to tell that. j/k. i dont really listen to incubus but here is something eric will appreciate.
Chickin Huntin' By:Insane Clown Posse(ICP)
[Violent J] Well, I'm heading down a southern trail, I'm going chicken huntin' Chopping redneck chicken necks I ain't saying nothing To the hillbilly stuck my barrel in his eye Boomshacka boomshacka hair jumps in the sky Why I never liked chicken pot pie? Or the chopped chicken on rye? So tell Mr. Billy Bob I'm a cut his neck up Slice, poke, chop chop, stab, cut What can you do with the drunken hillbilly Cut his f**king eyes out and feed em to his Aunt Milly Willy Willy chicken neck, chicken hunting gotta love it Hit him with the twelve gauge bucket, chicken nuggets Laid out all over the grass Then his little hound dog will eat em up fast Last as long as you can my man Cuz when that chicken head hits the fan, you got Blood guts fingers and toes [3x] Sittin front row at the chicken show so...
[Chorus] Who's going chicken huntin, we's goin' chicken huntin' [3x] Cut a motherf**king chicken up, right!
[Shaggy 2 Dope] Let me get a chicken sandwich with manwich I'm finna wreck on a chicken neck Chopping up Hilly and Billy Bob Billy Cuz I chop motherf**king redneck silly Peeked in his yard and what did I see I seen a chicken boy f**king a sheep I say "Mister Mister, what the f**k you trying to do" Ah, Billy Billy Boo Barrels in your mouth, bullets to your head The back of your neck's all over the shed Boomshacka boom chop chop bang I'm 2 Dope and it ain't no thang To cut a chicken, trigger's clickin Blow off his head but his feet still kickin Last as long as you can my man Cuz when that chicken head hits the fan you got Blood guts fingers and toes [3x] Sittin front row at the chicken show so...
[Chorus (3x)]
[Violent J] Went to Kentucky, I got lucky Met this hot-collared bitch named Bucky Riding on a chicken, milking a cow Hittin switches in a drop top low ride tractor plow
[Shaggy 2 Dope] Redneck fella, moonshine sella Hang him by his neckbones, chicken bones Locked in the cellar, yellow belly chicken plucker You redneck f**ker!
[Chorus (3x)]
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Post by Gox on Apr 4, 2004 20:44:05 GMT -5
Godsmack - Straight Out of Line
there's no reason there's no compromise change in seasons living the high life I don't know you so don't freak on me I can't control you you're not my destiny
straight out of line i can't find a reason why i should justify my ways straight out of line i don't need a reason you don't need to lie to me
i'll confess this you're my tradgety i laid you to rest just as fast as you turned on me gone for ever vanished the memories this face of pleasure are masked by your misery
straight out of line I can't find a reason why i should justify my ways straight out of line I don't need a reason you don't need to lie to me
lie to me
straight out of line I can't find a reason why I should justify my ways straight out of line I don't need a reason you don't need to lie to me
lie to me [x3]
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Post by Faygo on Apr 7, 2004 0:08:40 GMT -5
Posts deleted. Review the first post in this topic to stay with the thread, and not go too off topic. If you want to pretend you can rap, make a new thread. Until then, this thread is strictly Dope Music Lyrics of Which Another Professional Band has made.
Ally-opp-- Rainbows and Stuff! By: Insane Clown Posse --------------------------------
This one goes out to that special someone in my life, we all have someone special, this is for them I like ice cream, cherry pie and lemonade with summer breeze I like rainbows, leafy trails, and puppy dogs with bumble bees I like cotton candy candy gum and bumper cars and carnivals golden skies and hazel eyes and sand in between my toes but something tells me that I hate you something tells me I must kill you You ain't poo but a slutty ass mother f**ker slut you f**king whore, I f**king hate you. I like birthday candle cakes and titty shakes with silicone secret whispers and D-Loc's sister and apple dips and gingerbread home Faygo chills they give me thrills and nyquil pills they make me sleep Hershey kisses and happy misses and something so bliss yet all the while ?? something tells me that I hate you something tells me I must kill you Suck my f**kin dick f**k off go f**k your self you funky ass biatch come on, come on (bitch) come on, come on (bitch) I f**kin hate you come on, come on (bitch) come on, come on (bitch) *if I was you I'd slap that bitches nipples shut*. I like shaggy, he's my friend I like his mom cause she's nice to me thank you j, I like you too, well its OK, we're family raver chicks and kung-fu flicks and sugar sticks like lollipops all of these things have *happiness brings, but my hatred for you don't stop something tells me that I hate you something tells me I must kill you [repeats until song ends]
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Post by Gox on Apr 7, 2004 15:34:50 GMT -5
More lyrics of the day
Metallica - For Whom the Bell Tolls
Make his fight on the hill in the early day Constant chill deep inside Shouting gun, on they run through the endless grey On the fight, for they are right, yes, by who’s to say? For a hill men would kill, why? they do not know Suffered wounds test there their pride Men of five, still alive through the raging glow Gone insane from the pain that they surely know [chorus:] For whom the bell tolls Time marches on For whom the bell tolls
Take a look to the sky just before you die It is the last time you will Blackened roar massive roar fills the crumbling sky Shattered goal fills his soul with a ruthless cry Stranger now, are his eyes, to this mystery He hears the silence so loud Crack of dawn, all is gone except the will to be Now they will see what will be, blinded eyes to see [chorus]
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Post by Gox on Apr 8, 2004 15:27:36 GMT -5
*Moved to music section*
Godsmack - Serenity
As I sit here and slowly close my eyes I take another deep breath And feel the wind pass through my body I'm the one in your soul Reflecting inner light Protect the ones who hold you Cradling your inner child
I need serenity In a place where I can hide I need serenity Nothing changes, days go by
Where do we go when we just don't know And how do we relight the flame when it's cold Why do we dream when our thoughts mean nothing And when will we learn to control
Tragic visions slowly stole my life Tore away everything Cheating me out of my time I'm the one who loves you No matter wrong or right And every day I hold you I hold you with my inner child
I need serenity In a place where I can hide I need serenity Nothing changes, days go by
Where do we go when we just don't know And how do we relight the flame when it's cold Why do we dream when our thoughts mean nothing And when will we learn to control
Where do we go when we just don't know And how do we relight the flame when it's cold Why do we dream when our thoughts mean nothing And when will we learn to control
I need serenity [x2]
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