1. |
Welcome to Hell
00:55
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2. |
In My Grave
02:08
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when the music stops noone will
i cant be happy stuck in a prison
life is such a waste of time
open the door my path to hell
if im happy there its hard to tell
lifes an endless moutain you have to climb
layin in my grave
noone to think about
laying in my grave
there lots of ways in
but theres way out
when the music stops ill be talking to myslef
sometimes im shy and overwhelmed
sometimes life its just to much
nd ill be lying around in my bed
tryin to escape from my head
sometimes there no such thing asa crutch
laying in my grave
noone to think about
laying in my grave
lots of ways in but theres no way out
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3. |
Corporate Hands
02:16
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how many dead cops will it take
how may dead politians
how many innocents must die
before any of you will listen
the corporate world has their hands
around our throats and there not loosening the grasp
before they die off theyll kill
everyone and destroy everything
in there path
how many animals must die
untill you realize
that the world spiraling down the drain
its profit over life these greedy fucks are all the same
chorus
when the last tree has been up rooted
and the land just lays to waste
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4. |
Lay Down And Die
02:56
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i see a world that is burning slow
i can feel the roof caving in
the floor is crumbling
why do you pray to the sky
when you know he doesnt care
cause your knees where made for bendin and
your mouth was made to swear
lay in the snad down by the that ocean
floor.you can fall asleep cause your knockin at the devils door
dont worry bout me ill be just fine
by that oceans cold cold sky ill lay my head down and die
the truth come sharp as a knife
the lies come in two different ways
one way will save your soul
and one will dig you grave
lay in the snad down by the that ocean
floor.you can fall asleep cause your knockin at the devils door
dont worry bout me ill be just fine
by that oceans cold cold sky ill lay my head down and die
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5. |
With A Smile
03:33
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we just barely hanging on
to this rope we call our lifes
there line between living free
and standing right in right in line
your another worker selling
death to the mass
they wont there filthy rein
until the last check is cashed
woah oh oh oh
your imperalist hands
are cleaning pockets
and our grave are dug
out six feet deep
and its up to to change
your life or just wait around to
die
they are killing u with a smile
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6. |
Seen It Comin
03:45
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a pint of whiskey
and no cigarettes
one foot in front of
other
never lookin back
a life full of pain
and no place to go
with little on your stomach
swiddling to you finally choke
one shot fired
and tears will fall
i should have seen it coming
the needle and the spoon
shot straight through you
theres a writing on thw wall
its plain as day to see
i csnt feel a beating of my heart
the wounds start to bleed
one shot fired
and tears will fall
i should ve seen it coming
the needle and the sppon
shot dtright through you
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7. |
Home
02:20
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when the night passes by
ill see you on the otherside of town
my fingers knuckle deep in the soil
grease covers my face
when i sleep i dream of you(2x)
i fall to my knees the holes in my memory cant be filled
i get on my feet
ill eat ill seep
when u come crawlin back to me
so ill keep on dreaming ill keepin on dreamin
so keep on sleepin keep on sleepin
im tired and i want to go home.
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8. |
In The End
02:41
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they make us fight for every dollar
and crush wat is dear to our hearts
they put us all in classes ur just another number
to break apart
well do whats right in the end but in the
end who really gives a fuck
so lets end all expectations that end our will
to be ourselves
in the end
were nothing but waste of air
in the end
do u really anyone cares
in the end
who will you be
and number in there system or
an player in there game.
we work with calased fingers
and put food on our tables
for what
to be poisoned by there methods
of weaking us all to prevail
they dont give a fuck you and they only want
to see you die
well be the change u want to see
or just wait around and cry
in the end
were nothing but waste of air
in the end
do u think anyone cares
in the end who will be
a number in there system
or a player in there game
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