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8. | Into The Lungs Of Hell (instrumental) |
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(Music, lyrics: Mustaine)
Imagine you were at my station
And you brought your motor to me
You're a burner, yeah a real motor car
Said you wanna get your order filled
Made me shiver when I put it in
Pumping just won't do, ya know, lucky for you
Whoever though you'd be better
At turning a screw than me?
I do it for my life
Made my drive shaft crank
Made by pistons buldge
Made my bearings melt from the heat
We were shifting hard when we took off
Put, tonight, all four on the floor
Said you wanna get your order filled
Made me shiver when I put it in
Pumping just won't do, ya know, lucky for you
I'm giving you my room service
And ya know it's more than enough
Oh more more time ya know I'm in love
Said you wanna get your order filled
Made me shiver when I put it in
Pumping just won't do, ya know, lucky for you
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(Music, lyrics: Mustaine)
Stand up and plant your feet
Listen, I'm letting off steam
Now throw your hands in the air
Let it loose, I don't fucking care
Solo - Poland
Rattlehead
A dose of metal you need
To bang your head 'til you bleed
It's time for snapping some neck
Slashing, thrashing to Megadeth
Solo - Poland
Rattlehead
You, your head is pounding with pain
Winning, sinning, beginning
Feeding, the needing for bleeding
Bashing, smashing, crashing
Frying, annihilating you!
Solo - Poland
There's someone back in the shadows
You feel (though you can't see) his eyes
He'll bash your head if you cross him
Ain't quite your average guy
Don't need no leather to fit in
Don't need no spikes to be cool
Don't want no woman beside him
Just make it fast, loud, and rude
Rattlehead
Solo - Mustaine
I'm a rattlehead
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(Music, lyrics: Mustaine)
What do you mean, "I don't believe in God"?
I talk to him everyday.
What do you mean, "I don't support your system"?
I go to court when I have to
What do you mean, "I can't get to work on time"?
I got nothing better to do.
And, what do you mean, "I don't pay my bills"?
Why do you think I'm broke? Huh?
If there's a new way,
I'll be the first in line.
But it better work this time.
What do you mean, "I hurt your feelings"?
I didn't know you had any feelings.
What do you mean, "I ain't kind"?
Just not your kind.
What do you mean, "I couldn't be the President
Of the United States of America"?
Tell me something, it's still "We the people," right?
If there's a new way
I'll be the first in line
But it better work this time
Can you put a price on peace?
Peace,
Peace sells...,
Peace,
Peace sells...,
Pace sells... but who's buying?
Pace sells... but who's buying?
Pace sells... but who's buying?
Pace sells... but who's buying?
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(Music, lyrics: Mustaine)
I sneak in my own house
It's four in the morning
I've had too much to drink
Said I was out with the boys
I creep in my bedroom
I slip into bed
I know if I wake her
I'll wake up dead
I wonder, will she find out?
About the other, other lover...
Diana
Wake up dead, you die
Wake up dead, and buried
Wake up dead, you die
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(Music, lyrics: Mustaine)
The light that fill my lonely cell,
Is blocked out by the key,
That locks the door to this hell,
The place they wanted me.
Time's racing like the wind,
Execution's near.
Oh Lord, I wait for death,
And yes, I have no fear.
I recall that night, my every breath,
And step along the way.
Closed my eyes, walking,
As danger paved the way.
The devil and the darkness
Let her evil wander free.
And here on Devil's Island,
The final stop for me.
Devil's Island! Devil's Island!
Oh there's no escape,
The sea is full of sharks.
The tides take you way
And smash you on the rocks.
The sun is shining,
But feel not today,
Its warmth, it's dying,
And fading away.
Devil's Island! Devil's Island!
Oh hear the call,
From the grave beyond
Oh so pernicious,
Her soul could, it creates song.
As there is no man that is
Here upon the earth,
Able to terminate our
Noisome will since birth.
The priest that reads the sermons,
Is walking next to me,
To the stake, my last request,
To have her burn with me.
But so it did, the heavens opened,
Rain began to fall.
The final judgment came.
And was spread before you all.
Final Judgment!
Old, weak, and feeble,
But the lesson taught to me,
To stay away from evil,
She doesn't care for me.
She haunts me in my sleep,
Though I tore that page away.
And here on Devil's Island,
I'll always have to stay.
Devil's Island! Devil's Island!
Here I am
Devil's Island! Devil's Island!
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(Music, lyrics: Glen Matlock, Johnny Rotten, Paul Cook, Steve Jones)
Right now
I am an Antichrist
And I am an anarchist.
Don't know what I want but I know how to get it,
I want to destroy, possibly?
'Cause I want to be Anarchy.
No dog's body.
Anarchy for the USA
It's coming sometime, it may be.
I give a wrong time, stop a traffic light.
Your future dream is a shopping spree.
'Cause I want to be anarchy. In the city.
Of many ways to get what you want
I use the best, I use the rest
I use the enemy
I use anarchy
'Cause I want to be anarchy.
It's the only way to be.
Is this the MPLA?
Is this the UDA?
Is this the IRA?
I thought it was the USA,
Or just another country
And other cunt-like tendencies.
'Cause I want to be anarchy,
You know what I mean?
'Cause I want to be an anarchist,
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(Music, lyrics: Mustaine)
"I don't want to set the world afire..."
Red flash clouds
Choking out the morning sky
They said it'd never come,
We knew it was a lie
All forms of life die now,
The humans all succumb
Time to kiss your ass goodbye,
The end has just begun
Distorted figures walk the street,
It's 1999
Weeds once underneath the feet
Have grown to vines
Bodies melted like a candle,
A land without a face
No time to change your fate,
No time left, it's too late
The aresenal of Megadeth can't be rid of they said
And if it comes the living will envy the dead
Racing for power and all come in last
No winning, first stone cast
This falsehood wordly peace
Its treaties soon will cease
No one will be left to prove
That humans existed
Maybe soon the children
Will be born open fisted
We all live on one planet
And it will all go up in smoke
Too bad they couldn't see this lethal energy
And now the final scene, a global darkening
Dig deep the piles of rubble and ruin
Towering overhead both far and wide
There's unknown tools for World War III
Einstein said, 'We'll use rocks on the other side'
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(Music, lyrics: Mustaine; lyrics: Mustaine, Ellefson)
In my hour of need
Ha, you're not there
And though I reach out for you...
Wouldn't lend a hand
Through the darkest hour
Grace did not shine on me
It feels so cold, very cold
No one cares for me
Did you ever think I get lonely?
Did you ever think that I needed love?
Did you ever think to stop thinking
You're the only one that I'm thinking of?
You'll never know how hard I tried
To find my space and satisfy you too.
Things will be better when I'm dead and gone
Don't try to understand
Knowing you, I'm probably wrong
But oh, how I lived my life for you
Still you'd turn away
Now as I die for you
My flesh still crawls as I breathe your name
All there years I thought I was wrong
Now I know it was you
Raise your head, raise your face, your eyes
Tell me who you think you are, who?
I walk, I walk alone into the promised land.
There's a better place for me
But it's far, far away
Everlasting life for me in a perfect world
But I gotta die first,
Please God send me on my way
Time has a way of taking time
Lonliness is not only felt by fools
Alone I call to ease the pain
Yearing to be held by you
Alone, so alone, I'm lost, consumed by the pain
The pain, the pain, the pain
Won't you hold me again?
You just laughed, ha ha, bitch!
My whole life is work built on the past
But the time has come when all things shall pass
The good has passed away.
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Brother will kill brother
Spilling blood across the land
Killing for religion
Something I don't understand
Fools like me, who cross the sea
And come to foreign lands
Ask the sheep, for their beliefs
Do you kill on God's command?
A country that's divided
Surely will not stand
My past erased, no more disgrace
No foolish naive stand
The end is near, it's crystal clear
Part of the master plan
Don't look now to Israel
It might be your homelands
Holy wars
Upon my podium, as the
Know it all scholar
Down in my seat of judgement
Gavel's bang, uphold the law
Up on my soapbox, a leader
Out to change the world
Down in my pulpit as the holier
Than-thou-could-be-messenger of God
Wage the war on organized crime
Sneak attacks, rappel down the rocks
Behind the lines
Some people risk to employ me
Some people live to destroy me
Either way they die, they die
They killed my wife and my baby
With hopes to enslave me
First mistake.....last mistake!
Paid by the alliance, to slay all the giants
Next mistake.....no more mistakes!
Fill the cracks in, with judicial granite
Because I don't say it, don't mean I ain't thinkin' it
Next thing you know, they'll take my thoughts away
I know what I said, now I must scream of the overdose
And the lack of mercy killings, mercy killings, mercy killings, killings, killings, killings
Next thing you know they'll take my thoughts way
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(Music, lyrics: Mustaine, Ellefson)
This morning I made the call
The one that ends it all
Hanging up, I wanted to cry
But damnit, this wells gone dry
Not for the money, not for the fame
Not for the power, just no more games
But now I'm safe in the eye of tornado
I can't replace the lies that let a thousand days go
No more living trapped inside
In her way I'll surely die
In the eye of the tornado, blow me away
You'll grow to loathe my name
You'll hate me just the same
You won't need your breath
And soon you'll meet your death
Not from the years, not from the use
Not from the tears, just self abuse
Who's to say what's for me to say?
Who's to say what's for me to be?
Who's to say what's for me to do?
'Cause a big nothing it'll be for me
The land of opportunity
The golden chance for me
My future looks so bright
Now I think I've seen the light
Can't say what's on my mind
Can't do what I really feel
In this bed I made for me
Is where I sleep, I really feel
I warn you of the fate
Proven true too late
Your tongue twists perverse
Come drink now of this curse
And now I fill your brain
I spin you round again
My poison fills your head
As I tuck you in your bed
You feel my fingertips
You won't forget my lips
You'll feel my cold breath
It's the kiss of death
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(Music, lyrics: Mustaine)
Welcome to our fortress tall
Take some time to show you around
Impossible to break these walls
For you see the steel is much to strong
Computer banks to rule the world
Instruments to sight the stars.
Possibly I've seen too much
Hangar 18, I know too much
Foreign life-forms inventory
Suspended state of cryogenics
Selective amnesia's the story
Believed, foretold, but who'd suspect
The military intelligence
Two words combined that can't make sense
Possibly I've seen too much
Hangar 18, I know too much
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(Music, lyrics: Mustaine)
Got one chance, infiltrate them
Get it right, terminate them
Panzers will, permeate them
Break their pride, denigrate them
And their people, retrograde them
Typhus, detriate them
Epidemic, devastate them
Take no prisoners, cremate them
Going to war, give 'em hell
D-Day, next stop Normandy
Beginning of the end
We know how to and sure as shit, we'll win
"War is peace" sure man
A retreat for the damned
A playground for the demented
A haven for those who walk this world
Bereft of heart and soul
Love and war, they say all is fair
Take his life but won't take his hair
Your body has parts your country can spare
By the way, son, here's your wheelchair
He once had to be all he could be
Now he's nothing for one one, nowhere to see
Funny thing, he's like you and me
It's a funny thing, a funny thing
Tears streak his solemn stare
Abandoned for wreckage, nobody cares
No one knew what would happen there
No one spoke, no one even dared
Don't ask, what you can do for your country
Ask what your country can do for you
Take no prisoners, take no shit!
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(Music, lyrics: Mustaine, Ellefson, Friedman, Menza)
from Bill and Ted's Bogus Journey soundtrack
Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the Lord my soul to keep
If I should die before I wake
I pray the lord my soul to take
I'm not going to wake up today
They've pulled my plug the picture fades
And as my body decays
Mold begins to fill my grave
The smell of death permeates
The silk within my coffin lays
Go to hell!
As they bury me now
Six feet there my body lies
Still feel like I'm going down
I hear a distant wailing cry
God something must've gone wrong
And much too late I realize
Go to hell!
I saw my funeral that day
I know who didn't show to mourn
My judgment was life in hell
Pillars of pain and thorns
My only friend's the goat
With 666 between his horns
Go to hell!
Place all your trust here in me
Rest assured these things I know
And as Charon sails the sea
Your journey too shall end below
Ah yes, you're all sitting ducks
It's true you reap what you sow
Go to hell!
Now I lay me down to sleep
Blah, blah, blah my soul to keep
If I die before I wake
I'll go to Hell for Heaven's sake
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(Music, lyrics: Mustaine)
Hello me... Meet the real me.
And my misfits way of life.
A dark black past in my most valued possession.
Hindsight is always 20-20,
But looking back it's still a bit fuzzy.
Speak of mutually assured destruction?
Nice story... Tell it to "Reader's Digest"!
Feeling paranoid
True enemy or false friend?
Anxiety's attacking me
And my air is getting thin.
I'm in trouble for the things
I haven't got to yet.
I'm chomping at the bit
And my palms are getting wet,
Sweating bullets.
Solo - Mustaine
Hello me... It's me again.
You can subdue, but never tame me.
It gives me a migraine headache
Thinking down to your level.
Yea, just keep thinking it's my fault
And stay an inch or two outta kicking distance.
Mankind has got to know
His limitations
Feeling claustrophobic,
Lke the walls are closing in.
Blood stains on my hands and
I don't know where I've been
I'm in trouble for the things
I haven't got to yet.
I'm sharpening the axe
And my palms are getting wet
Sweating bullets.
Well me... it's nice talking to myself,
A credit to dementia.
Someday you too will know my pain,
And smile its blacktooth grin.
If the war inside my head
Won't take a day off I'll be dead.
My icy fingers claw your back,
Here I come again.
Feeling paranoid
True enemy or false friend?
Anxiety's attacking me
And my air is getting thin
Feeling claustrophobic
Like the walls are closing in
Blood stains on my hands
And I don't know where I've been
Once you committed me
Now you've acquitted me
Claiming validity
For your stupidity
I'm chomping at the bit
I'm sharpening the axe
Here I come again, whoa!
Sweating bullets
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(Music: Mustaine; lyrics: Mustaine, Sean Harris)
I am the author, dream up your pain
Drink as did Bacchus, rebel just like Cain
Lord of the city, I shall remain
All pandemonium I shall reign
Set in my fortress up on my hill
Drinking the wine till I've had my fill
Building up high, my castle walls
Oh, to veil my splendid fall
I present you this crown of worms
Surrounding myself with misery
Drawn curtains heavy of my history
Exquisite I am, perfect unity
On my left hand is false majesty
I feign affection, refute the true story
Dispute with creation, the lie is my glory
I care for no one, my gospel is death
For me the light's gone, only darkness is left
I present you this crown of worms
As black in deed, as cold as stone
A commandment of one, as proud as gold
As neglected in spirit, as time is old
As legion is numbers, as legend is told
I am alone with agony of truth
My power of will
My judgment and chain
My end is knowledge and conscience of guilt
My final confusion hidden from me till I'm done
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(Music, lyrics: Mustaine, Ellefson)
Do it if you dare
Leaping form the sky
Hurling thru the air
Exhilarating high
See the earth below
Soon to make a crater
Blue sky, black death
I'm off to meet my maker
Energy of the gods,
Adrenaline surge
Won't stop 'til I hit the ground,
I'm on my way for sure
Up here in the air,
This will never hurt
I'm on my way to impact,
Taste the high speed dirt
Paralyzed with fear
Feel velocity gain
Entering a near
Catatonic state
Pressure of the sound
Roaring thru my head
Crash into the ground
Damned if I'll be dead
Jump or die!
Solo - Mustaine
Solo - Friedman
Dropping all my weight
Going down full throttle
The pale horse awaits
Like a genie in a bottle
Fire in my veins
Faster as I go
I forgot my name
I'm a dirt torpedo
Solo - Friedman
High speed dirt...
Solo - Mustaine
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(Music, lyrics: Mustaine)
I had wrists donning slits
Flowing constantly
My broken body in a wreck
I'm wrapped around a tree
A crosswalk hit and run
The finish line for me
People clutter in the gutter
Take a look and see
No escaping pain
You belong to me
Clinging on the life
By the skin o'my teeth
My blood flows through the streets
Deluge from the wounds
Empty jar of sleeping pill
On the dresser in my room
My wet brain neighbor cranes
His neck to see in time
The white lights, a train
Bearing down on me
Solo - Friedman
I won't feel the hurt
I'm not trash any longer
That that doesn't kill me
Only makes me stronger
I need a ride to the morgue
That's what 911 is for
So, tag my toe and don't forget to
Ooh, close the drawer
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(Music, lyrics: Mustaine, Ellefson, Menza, Friedman)
People have round shoulders
From fairing heavy loads,
And the soldiers liberate them,
Laying mines along their roads.
Sorrow paid for valor
Is too much to recall
Of the countless corpses
Piled up along the wailing wall.
Melting down all metals,
Turning plows and shears to swords,
Shun words from the Bible,
We need implements of war.
Chalklines and red puddles
Of those who have been slain
Destiny, that crooked schemer,
Says the dead shall rise again
Where do we go from here?
And should we really care?
The end is finally here
God have mercy!
Now we've rewritten history
The one thing we've found out
Sweet taste of vindication
It turns to ashes in your mouth
If you're fighting to live
It's OK to die!
The answer to your question is...
Welcome to tomorrow!
Solo - Friedman
Solo - Friedman
Solo - Mustaine
Where do we go from here?
God have mercy!
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(Music, lyrics: Mustaine, Ellefson, Menza)
from Super Mario Bros soundtrack
Make up the rules for me to live by
Rules you break and just let it slide
You try and find you inside of me
Be as great as you want me to be
Hypocrite, the word that fits
Do as you say
Not as you do
You're pushing me to a breakpoint
Pushing me to a breakpoint
Pushing me to a breakpoint
Pushing me, push, push me to a breakpoint
Self esteem you seem to lack
Point the finger
There's three pointing back
Control's the illusion with all good intent
Bad times are contagious
You laugh and infect
Criticist, the word that fits
Put me down to lift you up
Watching pain's your only pleasure
Fascination for sick disaster
Suffering since you were born
Mess with the bull and you get the horns.
Misery, the word that fits
Times are good when times are bad
"In my opinion as a professional I recommend we straight-jacket the son of a
bitch, lock him in a rubber room, sedate him, heavily, and when he wakes up, if
he wakes up, we'll see if he can be a nice boy"
"Well... I don't know... It's gonna hurt me more than it's gonna hurt him"
"Let's do it!"
"Sedate me? Cool! a straight jacket? Hey, hey, let go of me!"
You push me to a breakpoint
Push me to a breakpoint
Push me to a breakpoint
Don't push me, you piece of shit!
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(Music, lyrics: Mustaine)
from Last Action Hero soundtrack
The more of you that I inspect
The more of me I see reflect
The more I try to read your lips
The more the mask you're wearing rips
But when I seek out your voice
My ears are overcome with noise
You show and tell with greatest ease
Raving impossibilities
Engaged in crime I grasp my throat
Enraged my mind starts to smoke
Enforce a mental overload
Angry again, angry again, angry owe!
And when the story takes a twist
If folds like a contortionist
Slight of hand and quick exchange
The old tricks have been rearranged
Engaged in crime I grasp my throat
Enraged my mind starts to smoke
Enforce a mental overload
Angry again, angry again, angry
The searing of the sinew
My body fights for air
The ripping of the tissue
My lungs begin to tear
Gravity's got my bones
It pulls my flesh away
The steam finally dissipates
I make out my sweaty face
Association that I choose
Game I inevitably lose
Governed by laws set up by me
Fracture it's jaw to let me be
A cut-out cardboard condo maze
Filled with an insubordinate race
Irrational youths stop to stare
As music rubber hosed the air
Engaged in crime I grasp my throat
Enraged my mind starts to smoke
Enforce a mental overload
Angry again, angry again, angry again
And again and again, again
Engaged in crime I grasp my throat
Enraged my mind starts to smoke
Enforce a mental overload
Angry again, angry again, angry owe!
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(Music, lyrics: Mustaine)
I'm doing you a favor
As I'm taking all your money
I guess I should feel sorry
But I don't even trust me
There's bad news creeping up
And you feel a sudden chill
How do you do? My name is trouble
I'm coming in for the kill...
And you know I will
Set the ball a-rollin'
I'll be clicking off the miles
On the train of consequences
My boxcar life of style
My thinking is derailed
I'm tied up to the tracks
The train of consequences
There ain't no turning back
No horse ever ran as fast
As the money that you bet
I'm blowing on my cards
And I play them to my chest
Life's fabric is corrupt
Shot through with corroded thread
As for me I hocked my brains
Packed my bags and headed West
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(Music: Mustaine, Friedman; lyrics: Mustaine, Ellefson)
I like the way that I make you itch
And all the reasons I give you to bitch
And how I make you wanna scream in pain
And feel your life is just a losing game
I like the way that you let me in
The way you look when the walls cave it
I like the way that your stomach knots
And how you cry for it all to stop
I like the way that you fool yourself
And make believe there's nobody else
I like the way that you stand in line
And beg salvation from the empty skies
Don't want no revenge
Ain't no pay back time
It ain't called getting even
Here comes the reckoning day
I like the things that you try to fake
And your face when I see you break
And that you say you will pray for me
You realize you are prey for me
I like the way you stay on attack
No matter what, I keep coming back
And how you try to hold me down
But you end up driven to the ground
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(Music, lyrics: Mustaine)
Don't remember where I was
I realized life was a game
The more seriously I took things
The harder the rules became
I had no idea what it'd cost
My life passed before my eyes
I found out how little I accomplished
All my plans denied
So as you read this know my friends
I'd love to stay with you all
Please smile when you think of me
My body's gone that's all
A Tout Le Monde
A tout mes amis
Je vous aime
Je dois partir
These are the last words
I'll ever speak
And they'll set me free
If my heart was still alive
I know it would surely break
And my memories left with you
There's nothing more to say
Moving on is a simple thing
What it leaves behind is hard
You know the sleeping feel no more pain
And the living are scarred
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(Music, lyrics: Mustaine)
Again we stalk the stage
At mach speed we engage
Feeding people's rage
The big cat's left its cage
Back in the bus again
To catch another plane
This behavior's quite insane
But we do it for the fame, yeah
I lost my mind, I lost all my money
I lost my life to the killing road
The road will never end
It always starts again
Another show's around the best
Another long lost friend
Faceless as the snow
There's nothing special about the road
It's just another haul
It's just too damn long that's all, yeah
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(Music: Mustaine, Ellefson, Friedman; lyrics: Mustaine, Menza)
Where hath the apostles gone?
Joining hands with wicked ones
Revelation has come to pass
New World Order will hold the mass
A book written by the man
Used to control and command
All rights will be denied,
Without the mark you shall die
No confession, all is known
New World Order shall be shown
Monitoring all wages
New World Order comes in stages
Currency is obsolete,
Feel the agony of defeat
Symbol of society today,
I must have or you shall pay
As human flesh leads the mind,
Just a pawn, the last martyr dies
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(Music, lyrics: Mustaine, Friedman)
Lost in a dream
Nothing is what it seems
Searching my head
For the words that you said
Tears filled my eyes
As we said our last goodbyes
This sad scene replays
Of you walking away
My body aches of mistakes
Betrayed by lust
We lied to each other so much
That in nothing we trust
Time and again
She repeats let's be friends
I smile and say yes
Another truth bends,
I must confess
I try to let go, but I know
We'll never end 'til we're dust
We lied to each other again
But I wish I could trust
My body aches of mistakes
Betrayed by lust
We lied to each other so much
That in nothing we trust
God help me please, on my knees
Betrayed by lust
We lied to each other so much
That in nothing we trust
How could this be happening to me
I'm lying when I say, "Trust me"
I can't believe this is true
Trust hurts
Why does trust equal suffering
Absolutely nothing we trust
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(Music, lyrics: Mustaine)
The mother of all that is evil
Her lips are poisonous venom
Wicked temptress knows how to please
The priestess roars, "Get down on your knees"
The rite of the praying mantis
Kiss the bones of enchantress
Spellbound searching through the night
A howling man surrenders the fight
One look in her lusting eyes
Savage fear in you will rise
Teeth of terror sinking in
The bite of the She-wolf
My desires of flesh obey me
The lioness will enslave me
Another heart beat my own
The sound of claws on cobblestone, I'm stoned
Beware what stalks you in the night
Beware the She-wolf and her bite
Her mystic lips tell only lies
Her hidden will to kill in disguise
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(Music, lyrics: Mustaine)
I'm running in quicksand
Something's haunting me
The guilty past I've buried
My mind won't let me sleep
I'll do anything for peace
(I keep waking up)
A solemn oath I make
Cross my heart please let me sleep
(I keep waking up)
How much more do I take
My head is talking to me
I don't know what it needs
But the loudest voice
Is the one I heed
Insomnia, my swollen bloodshot eyes
Insomnia, awake till morning light
Insomnia, stirring deep inside
Insomnia, somebody turn out the lights
I can't sleep - Insomnia
I'm twisting and turning
(I keep waking up)
The madness I must tame
My candle is burning
(I keep waking up)
Both ends again today
The whole house is creaking
I know they're out there
The things kept from sight
I beg to the shadows
I can't sleep
Insomnia, footsteps on the walk
Insomnia, I hear someone knock
Insomnia, I wish it was a dream
Insomnia, can you hear me scream
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(Music, lyrics: Mustaine, Friedman)
My victims are rich or poor,
Young or old, strong or weak
I cause millions of accidents,
I am cancer in your bones
I fathered the lie,
Twist what you say, speak not the truth
I am insidious, impartial,
Deep inside your chromosomes
I take what you love,
And leave you in tears
Imprison your soul,
Your hopes are my games
I strip you of pride,
My promise is in vain
While you burn at the stake
I dance with the flames
I bring poverty, sickness and death
A worthless handshake, the slickest thief,
I steal your wealth
I answer your prayers for greed and lust
More than evil, I laugh at your trust
I am more powerful
Than all the armies of the world
I am more violent than violence,
More deadly than death
I have destroyed more men
Than all the nation's wars
I am relentless, unpredictable,
Waiting for your last breath
Evil, more evil than violence
Violent, more violent than death
Deadly, more deadly than man
I am yeah, yeah, I'm evil I am
My kingdom corrupt with dissent
Your sins erupt by my intent
I loathe your prayer, I wallow in sin
Let the nightmare begin
Prince of darkness,
The devilish serpent, the dreaded Lucifer
Prince of darkness,
I take what you love,
And leave you in tears
Imprison your soul,
Your hopes are my games
I strip you of pride,
My promise is in vain
While you burn at the stake
I dance with the flames
Prince of darkness,
Your satanic highness
Prince of darkness,
The most beautiful angel
Prince of darkness,
The devilish serpent, the dreaded Lucifer
Prince of darkness,
Unpredictable, the prince of darkness
Prince of darkness
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(Music, lyrics: Mustaine)
Broken down, feeling naked
Leaving me unfulfilled
Promising compromise
Championing mediocrity
Time and time again
What you said ain't what you mean
Even if all my bones are broken
I will drag myself back from the edge to
Kill the King, the King is dead, long live the King
Kill the King, the King is dead, long live the King,
I am the King, God save the King
Kill the King, the King is dead
I am the King, long live the King
Kill the King, the King is dead
I am the King, long live the King
I reveal a deceiver
In the highest seat in the land
His idle hands the Devil's workshop
Generate more smoke than heat
Time and time again
What you said ain't what you mean
Even if all my bones are broken
I will drag myself back from the edge to
Kill the King, the King is dead, long live the King
Kill the King, the King is dead, long live the King,
I am the King, God save the King
Kill the King, the King is dead
I am the King, long live the King
Kill the King, the King is dead
I am the King, long live the King
A new precedent in pain, a new precedent in pain
Mankind is blown to dust, mankind is blown to dust
An explosion of the Brain, an explosion of the Brain
Spontaneously combust, spontaneously combust
Kill the King, the King is dead,
Long live the King, I am the King
Kill the King, the King is dead,
Long live the King, I am the King
Kill the King, the King is dead,
Long live the King, I am the King
Kill the King, the King is dead,
Long live the King, I am the King
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(Music, lyrics: Mustaine)
Let me introduce myself
I'm a social disease
I've come for your wealth
And leave you on your knees
No time for feeling sorry
I got here on my own
I won't ask for mercy
I choose to walk alone
What's yours is mine and what's mine is mine too
If you shake my hand better count your fingers
What if I do get caught?
What if there is no judgement?
If I'm right I lose nothing
If you 're right I lose it all
I ought to get caught
Because I'm doing something wicked
I'm guilty haunted by my fears
And the only consequences
Are dread and the fugitive mind
You built walls to protect you
So no one will infect you
Pursued by those out there
That vanish in thin air
Come a long way to find
What you really left behind
You don 't know when the end is
But it 's coming fast
Solos - Mustaine, Pitrelli
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(Music, lyrics: Mustaine, Ellefson)
Rise so high, yet so far to fall.
A plan of dignity and balance for all.
Political breakthrough, euphoria's high.
More borrowed money, more borrowed time.
Backed in a corner, caught up in the race.
Means to an end ended in disgrace.
Perspective is lost in the spirit of the chase.
Foreclosure of a dream,
Those visions never seen,
Until all is lost,
Personal Holocaust,
Foreclosure of a dream.
Barren lands that once filled a need,
Are worthless now, dead without a deed.
Slipping away from an iron grip,
Nature's scales are forced to tip,
The heartland cries, loss of all pride.
To leave ain't believing, so try and be tried,
Insufficient funds, insanity, and suicide.
Solo - Mustaine
Now with new hope some will be proud.
This is no hoax, no one pushed out.
Receive a reprieve and be a pioneer.
Breaking new ground on a new frontier.
New ideas will surely get by.
No deed or dividend, some may ask "Why?"
You'll find the solution, the answers in the sky.
Solo - Friedman
Rise so high, yet so far to fall.
A plan of dignity and balance for all.
Political breakthrough, euphoria's high.
More borrowed money, more borrowed time.
Holocaust
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(Music, lyrics: Mustaine)
You take a mortal man
And put him in control
Watch him become a god
Watch people's heads a'roll
A'roll...
Just like the Pied Piper
Led rats through the streets
We dance like marionettes,
Swaying to the symphony...
Of destruction
Acting like a robot
Its metal brain corrodes.
You try to take its pulse,
Before the head explodes.
Explodes...
Solo - Friedman
The earth starts to rumble
World powers fall
Awarring for the heavens,
A peaceful man stands tall.
Tall...
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(Music, lyrics: Mustaine)
What do you mean, "I don't believe in God"?
I talk to him everyday.
What do you mean, "I don't support your system"?
I go to court when I have to
What do you mean, "I can't get to work on time"?
I got nothing better to do.
And, what do you mean, "I don't pay my bills"?
Why do you think I'm broke? Huh?
If there's a new way,
I'll be the first in line.
But it better work this time.
What do you mean, "I hurt your feelings"?
I didn't know you had any feelings.
What do you mean, "I ain't kind"?
Just not your kind.
What do you mean, "I couldn't be the President
Of the United States of America"?
Tell me something, it's still "We the people," right?
If there's a new way
I'll be the first in line
But it better work this time
Can you put a price on peace?
Peace,
Peace sells...,
Peace,
Peace sells...,
Pace sells... but who's buying?
Pace sells... but who's buying?
Pace sells... but who's buying?
Pace sells... but who's buying?
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