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Texte von Slipknot

(sic)

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

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.

 

fuck the system
 

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.

 

 

           Texte von Lynrd Skynrd

                             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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