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Enemy - Show me what you wanna be I can handle anything Even if I can't handle you Readily - Either way it better be Don't you fuckin' pity me Get up, get off... What the hell am I sayin'? I don't know about malevolent Sure as hell decadent I want somebody to step up, step off Walls! Let me fall! FUCK YOU ALL! Get a grip, don't let me slip 'til I drop the ball
I - I want it all! Fuck this shit, I'm sick of it You're goin' down, this is a war!
Who the fuck am I to criticize your twisted state of mind? You're leavin' me suspect - I'm leavin' you grotesque Feels like a burn from which you never learn Cause and effect, you jealous ass Press your face against the glass - SUFFER!
I - I want it all! Fuck this shit, I'm sick of it You're goin' down, this is a war! I've just begun It's about that time Gotta get mine
YOU CAN'T KILL ME CUZ I'M ALREADY DEEP INSIDE YOU
SICK
Fuck it all
Running out of ways to run I can't see, I can't be Over and over and under my skin All this attention is DOING ME IN! FUCK IT ALL! FUCK THIS WORLD! FUCK EVERYTHING THAT YOU STAND FOR! DON'T BELONG! DON'T EXIST! DON'T GIVE ME A SHIT! DON'T EVER JUDGE ME!
Picking through the parts exposed Taking shape, taking shag Over and over and under my skin All this momentum is DOING ME IN!
FUCK IT ALL! FUCK THIS WORLD! FUCK EVERYTHING THAT YOU STAND FOR! DON'T BELONG! DON'T EXIST! DON'T GIVE ME A SHIT! DON'T EVER JUDGE ME!
You got all my love, livin' in your own hate Drippin' hole man, hard step, no fate Show you nuthin', but I ain't holdin' back Every damn word I say is a sneak attack When I get my hands on you Ain't a fuck thing you can do Get this cuz you're never gonna get me I am the very disease you pretend to be
I am the push that makes you move
Heretic Anthem
8...7...6...6...6...5...4...3...2...1... I'm a pop star threat and I'm not dead yet Got a super dred bet with an angel drug head Like a dead beat winner. I want to be a sinner An idolized bang for the industry killer. A hideous man that you don't understand Throw a suicide party and I'm guaranteed to fucking snap. It's evilsonic, It's pornoholic. Breakdowns, Obscenities, It's all I wanna be. If You're 555 then I'm 666. If you're 555 I'm 666. If you're 555 then I'm 666 (what's it like to be a heretic) If you're 555 I'm 666. (what's it like to be a heretic) Everybody's so infatuated Everybody's so completely sure of what we are Everybody defamates from miles away But face to face, they haven't got a thing to say I bleed for this and I bleed for you Still you look in my face like I'm sombody new TOY - Nobody wants anything I've got Which if fine becuase you're made of Everything - I'm - NOT! If You're 555 then I'm 666. If you're 555 I'm 666. If you're 555 then I'm 666 (what's it like to be a heretic) If you're 555 I'm 666. (what's it like to be a heretic) 30 Seconds, 16, 8, 4, lemme tell you why I haven't the slightest, I'm teaching your brightest They're listening, clamoring All the money in the world can't buy me. GO AHEAD. LIE TO ME. Tell me again how you're tortured I wanna know how you followed your orders so well You're full of SHIT You had a dream but this ain't it. If You're 555 then I'm 666. If you're 555 I'm 666. If you're 555 then I'm 666 (what's it like to be a heretic) If you're 555 I'm 666. (what's it like to be a heretic)
Texte von System of a Down
Chop Suey
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Wake up, (Wake up,) Grab a brush and put a little makeup, Hide the scars to fade away the shakeup, (Hide the scars to fade away the), Why'd you leave the keys upon the table? Here you go create another fable You wanted to, Grab a brush and put a little makeup, You wanted to, Hide the scars to fade away the shakeup, You wanted to, Why'd you leave the keys upon the table, You wanted to,
I don't think you trust, In, my, self righteous suicide, I, cry, when angels deserve to die, die,
Wake up, (Wake up,) Grab a brush and put a little makeup, Hide the scars to fade away the shakeup, (Hide the scars to fade away the,) Why'd you leave the keys upon the table? Here you go create another fable You wanted to, Grab a brush and put a little makeup, You wanted to, Hide the scars to fade away the shakeup, You wanted to, Why'd you leave the keys upon the table, You wanted to,
I don't think you trust, In, my, self righteous suicide, I, cry, when angels deserve to die In my, self righteous suicide, I, cry, when angels deserve to die,
Father, father, father, father, Father / Into your hands / I / Commend my spirit, Father, into your hands, Why have you forsaken me, In your eyes forsaken me, In your thougts forsaken me, In your heart forsaken, me oh,
Trust in my selfrighteous suicide, I, cry, when angels deserve to die, In my selfrighteous suicide, I cry when angels deserve to die.
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I'm, but a little bit, bit, bit show I'm, but a little bit, bit, bit shame I'm, but a little bit, bit, bit Bit, bit, bit
I'm just the meaning of Pi Just the meaning of Pi Just the meaning of Pi
War! Fuck the system War! Fuck the system Fuck the system War! Fuck the system War! I need to fuck the Sys I need to fuck the Sys I need to fuck the Sys I'm, but a little bit, bit, bit show I'm, but a little bit, bit, bit shame I'm, but a little bit, bit, bit Bit, bit, bit
I'm just the meaning of Pi Just the meaning of Pi Just the meaning of Pi
War! Fuck the system War! Fuck the system Fuck the system War! Fuck the system War!
I need to fuck the Sys I need to fuck the Sys I need to fuck the Sys
You need to fuck the sys You need to fuck the sys You need to fuck the sys You need to fuck the sys
I'm, but a little bit, bit, bit show I'm, but a little bit, bit, bit shame I'm, but a little bit, bit, bit Bit, bit, bit
I need to fuck the system I need to fuck the sys I need to fuck the system We all need to fuck the system.
Sweet home alabama
Big wheels keep on turning, carry me home to see my kin singing songs about the southland. I miss ole bamy once again and I think it's a sin. Yes.
Well, I heard Mister Young sing about her. Well, I heard ole Neil put her down. Well, I hope Neil Young will remember a southern man don't need him around anyhow.
Sweet home Alabama where the skies are so blue. Sweet home Alabama, Lord, I'm coming home to you.
In Birmingham they love the Gov'nor. Oooh hoo hoo. Now we all did what we could do. Now Watergate does not bother me. Does your conscience bother you, tell the truth.
Sweet home Alabama where the skies are so blue. Sweet home Alabama, Lord, I'm coming home to you.
Now Muscle Shoals has got the Swampers and they ve been known to pick a song or two. Lord, they get me off so much, they pick me up when I'm feeling blue, now how about you.
Sweet home Alabama where the skies are so blue. Sweet home Alabama, Lord, I'm coming home to you.
Sweet home Alabama where the skies are so blue. Sweet home Alabama, Lord, I'm coming home to you.
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