Альбом Mushroomhead

We're piling it too high
Talk not saying anything
What we leave behind
What we can't afford to keep
There's no sympathetic posturing
There's no more true humanity
The old ways aren't working anymore
Let's separate the users
From the whores
Creepy crawl
Twist the 4-5 cap
To get wrapped
Tight slap the wax
On the wheels to feel alright
Find the flow freak
The funk like your in heat
Wrap the leaf
Strike the blunt
Now your in deep
We've got to get together
Got to get with the game plan
To defeat the dealer
That dealt this hand
I don't understand
Why the kids are killing kids
When the only one's that benefit
Are the big whigs
Mankind unkind
Always a fine line
We've all got to die
And this time it's my time
Hindsight blind fight
I hate it when i'm right
He destroys the world
While we sleep at night
Twist the 4-5 cap
And understand that
If it was up to me
I'd free charles manson
Throw it all away
Let's separate the users,
From the whores
What do we have to hope for
Why do we event try
Laughed at religion long ago

No I'll never ever let it go
Caressing the downfall
Out stretched arms
On your knees crawl
Filthy and feeling low
Dancing in the undertow
The cut that always bleeds
But never shows
Everyone crawls to someone
Some run
To the puppeteer
And volunteer
To become one
But who pulls the strings
That you are attached to
Who pours the gas
That you are the match to?
Strive for perfection
And strike with precision
Soon it blows up in your face
And the smoke blurs your vision
But now you're fading fast
Maybe your time has passed
Bound and gagged
As your dragged to the typecast
Jumping back
And forth and forth and back
Once more oblivious
To what it is I'm looking for
Goodbye but I cannot forget it

Haphazardly, tumbling hard
Fall right down,
Laugh out loud
All in the scheme of things,
We're all looking up growing tall
It's like pulling one hair
You are what you are to me
With wet fingers
In my eyes you're a star
Petroleum jelly
You're something I'll never be
And watch the rain dance
You're something, I'm frightened of
I've got to get clean
The rain will cleanse me
And I've got to wash these filthy hands
Because it's all just a futile plan
That'd mean I'd have to
Believe again
It's like a career to breathe
An existence I can't conceive
Emotionless as in slug
In my imagined oblivion
It's as much fun
As poking at a nerve
You would swear,
That I could,
Walk and talk
No one wants to fail
But no one wants to work
But I doubt you will ever
Vocabulary test is graded on a curve
Ever prove enough
Smartest kid is stupid
Word is never heard
I doubt you'll ever prove it!
I've got to get clean
The rain will cleanse me
And I've got to wash these filthy hands
All these thoughts and feelings
Are for naught unappealing
So you expect them
To dull and fade
Still they remain
Caught waiting for the rain
Time devours life
With my soul as the defendant
Don't catch me if I fall
I may have jumped
You never know

Acting Tragically,
In An Inept Manner
Trying To Act Like
Something Really Mattered
When I Open My Eyes
It's All Gone
Overthrown By Your Children
God Willing Shut You Down
It's Like The Closer I Get
I Start To Regret
What I've Done
A Sick Piece Of Shit,
With The Balls To Admit,
When He's Wrong
React Defiantly
I Am Someone, Someone
Might Even Fool Myself
Before I'm Done
When I Open My Eyes
It's All Gone
Overthrown By Your Children
God Willing Shut You Down
Making Believe
There's Someplace I Belong
Greedo Died By The Hand Of Solo
Amass A Fortress Of Steel
Unsure If I Can Instill My Will
Is Caving In Black
'til There's No Bringing It Back Again
Led Astray By Their Mock Sincerity
False Charity
Condemned
Chewing Insult
Inheriting Unwarranted Birthright
Crown A Scapegoat
New King Of Shit
Ignorance Is Followed
By Ignorance
Repetition Diminishing Senses
Defenseless
Crippled Libido
Greedo Died By The Hand Of Solo
When I Open My Eyes
It's All Gone
Making Believe
There's Someplace I Belong
When I Open My Eyes
It's All Gone
Might Even Fool Myself

Self absorbed
Chancre sore
Love you like a Matador
Life is just a metaphor
Nothing's fair
Love is war
Nothing more
Love you like a Matador

An early incarnation of a bad day
I got up on the wrong side again the first hours
Crawl emotional starvation, we throw the words away
Don't wanna swallow my pride again
The worst waste of all
I think I've found my way in,
I found my way out for every time that you live your life to please
There's always that trace of doubt
An early incarnation, an early incarnation of a bad day, of a bad day
I got up on the wrong side again
I got up on the wrong side again
The worst waste of all
The first hours crawl if I could only erase,
This failure in my head one day if I could just face up to this
Put the past to rest
Live your life to please
Live your life to please
Live your life to please
There's always that trace of doubt
An early incarnation of a bad day
I got up on the wrong side again

Open up your mind and let some thought inside
Open up your mind as they all survey 4 out of 5
And they all survey 4 out of 5
And they all survey
Open up your mind and let some thought inside
Open up your mind as they all survey
And in this time of free thought it'd be a shame to let it rot
Open up your mind as they all survey
When you're all alone you'll never wanna know
Open up your mind as they all survey 4 out of 5
And they all survey
You gotta let some thought inside as they all survey
Caught between the parallels of life and death
And compromises fill the hours with new vices
Voices screaming time is numb
Single file come and follow
Choosing futures from brochures
Changing channels no opinion
Losing track which way is up
Use your head for what it's there for
Though not one in the same receptive minds
Co-operate do not dissect the human race
Make one united higher plain
And in this time of free thought it'd be a shame to let it rot
Open up your mind and let some thought inside

I've got a great choice of career
Staring endlessly into the mirror
I've got a blank look on my face
Never to ever disappear, disappear
This is my chance at the mirror
This is my chance at the mirror
I find I see myself in your eyes
Feel your regret, taste your despise
I am immune still insecure
I've been things that never, ever were never were
This is my chance at the mirror
Wanting what's behind inside the outside
There's no time to hide
Curiosities outcry to have and to hold to bend and to mold
Determine a price
Prepare to be sold
All is commodity

Listen
Listen To Me
Listen
Listen To Me
Listen

You Left Your Mark
Like A Handprint In Wet Cement
To Make Sure These Regrets I Won't Forget
You Tried To Divide
Dissect Me Of My Pride
But I Refuse To Fold Into Your Arms
Media's' Ventriloquist
Anglo Saxon Evangelist
I Find It So Ridiculous
The Fears That We Hold Dear

Listen
Listen Please Won't You Listen
Anybody

Drop it from the top
Don't let the motherfucker stop
Cops want the props
Tripping like a bunch of pork chops
Don't they know we're loco going cuckoo for our coco puffs
So rough so tough sho'nuff make it funky enough
Don't let the rhythm stop
Drop the fronts at once
Yu know you're falling behind
Playing catch up like huntz while you're jocking the trends
We're stepping straight from within