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23. června 2009 v 21:10 |  filmy
Wayne Static of Static-X - Not Meant For Me Lyrics
You think you're smart
You're not, it's plain to see
That you want me to follow
It's killing me let's see
You've got the gall
Come take it all

The jury is coming
Coming to tear me apart
All this bitching and moaning
Come on it's on

I'm trapped in this world
Lonely and fading
Heartbroke and waiting
For you to come
We are stuck in this world
That's not meant for me
For me

So what you got
One last shot
It seems to me
That you're not needed
Come on
It's killing me let's see
You got the gall
Come take it all

The jury is coming
coming to tear me apart
All this bitching and moaning
Come on it's on

I'm trapped in this world
Lonely and fading
Heartbroke and waiting
For you to come
We are stuck in this world
That's not meant for me
For me

I'm trapped in this world
Lonely and fading
Heartbroke and waiting
For you to come
We are stuck in this world
That's not meant for me
For me

I'm trapped in this world
Lonely and fading
Heartbroke and waiting
For you to come
We are stuck in this world
That's not meant for me

For me
For me







David Draiman of Disturbed

I'm over it
You see I'm falling in the vast abyss
Clouded by memories of the past
At last I see

[Pre1]
I hear it fading, I can't speak it
Or else you will dig my grave
You feel them finding, always whining
Take my hand now be alive

[Chorus]
You see I cannot be forsaken
Because I'm not the only one
We walk amongst you feeding, raping
Must we hide from everyone?

I'm over it
Why can't we be together embrace it?
Sleeping so long taking off the mask
At last I see

[Pre2]
My fear is fading, I can't speak it
Or else you will dig my grave
You feel them finding, always whining
Take my hand now be alive

[Chorus x 2]

Everyone
Everyone



Chester Bennington of Linkin Park

You fell away,
What more can I say?
The feelings evolved,
I won't let it out,
I can't replace...
Your screaming face,
Feeling the sickness inside

Why won't you die?
Your blood in mine…
We'll be fine…
Then your body will be mine

So many words
Can't describe my face
This feeling's evolved
So soon to break out
I can't relate
to a happy state
feeling the blood run inside

Why won't you die?
Your blood in mine…
We'll be fine…
Then your body will be mine

Why is everything so fucking hard for me?
Keep me down to what you think I should be!
Must you tempt me and provoke the ministry?

Keep on trying I'll not die so easily

I will not die…

Why is everything so fucking hard for me?

I will not die…

Why is everything so fucking hard for me?

I will not die…

Why won't you die?
Your blood is mine….
We'll be fine….
Then your body will be mine (x 2)



Deftones - Change (In the House of Flies) Lyrics

I've watched you change
Into a fly
I looked away
You were on fire
I watched a change
In you
It's like you never
Had wings
Now you feel
So Alive
I've watched you change
I took you home
Set you on the glass
I pulled off your wings
Then I laughed
I watched a change
In you
It's like you never
Had wings
Now you feel
So alive
I've watched you change
It's like you never
Had wings ahhh ahh ahhh
I look at the cross
Then I look away
Give you the gun
Blow me away
I've watched a change
In you
It's like you never
Had wings
Now you feel
So Alive
I've watched you change.
Now you feel Alive
You Feel Alive
I've watched you change
It's like you never
Had wings ahhh ahh ahhh




Marilyn Manson - Redeemer Lyrics

The hunger inside given to me, makes me what I am
Always it is calling me, for the blood of man
They say I cannot be this, I am jaded, hiding from the day.
I can't bare, I cannot tame the hunger in me

Oh, I say I did it always searching, you can't fuck with fate.
So instead you'll taste my pain.
The hunger inside given to me, makes me feel alive.
Always out stalking prey, in the dark I hide.
Feeling, falling, hating, feel like I am fading, hating life.

They say I cannot be this, I am jaded, hiding from the day.
I can't bare, I cannot tame the hunger in me...
Oh, I say I did it always searching, you can't fuck with fate.
So instead you'll taste my pain.

You say your life I'm taking, always bothering me, I can't take this anymore, I'm failing, always smothering me

You look down on me, hey what you see, take this gift from me, you will soon feed from me.

Nothing seems exciting, always the same hiding

It's haunting me. It's haunting me. It's haunting me. It's haunting me.

It's haunting me...




Papa Roach - Dead Cell Lyrics

Born with no soul, lack of control
Cut from the mold of the anti-social
Plug them in and then turn them on.
Process the data, make yourself the bomb
What is your target
What is your reason
Do you have emotions, is your heart freezing
Seizing this opportunity to speak
Ya didn't say nothin but turn your fucking cheek
Dead cell. Dead cell.
Sick in the head, living but dead, hear what I said
Learn a lesson from the almighty dread
Jah. Not to worry ya. Not to scare ya...
Kids are getting sick like malaria
Situation gets hairier. I'm throwin up all types of barriers
I'm tellin ya the kids are getting singled out
Let me hear the dead cells shout. Dead cell. Dead cell.
Born with no soul
Lack of control
Cut from the mold of the anti-social
Plug them in and then turn them on
Process the data
Make yourself the bomb
No soul. No control.
Cut from the mold of the anti-social.
Plug them in and then turn them on.
Process the data. Make yourself the bomb.
Stop pointing fingers cause we are the guilty
Of clean cut lines and truth that's filthy
Believe what is the root of the word
Out comes lie when it's cut into thirds
I don't believe what my eyes behold, No
I don't believe what my ears are told, No
Seizin' this opportunity to speak
I'm saying something don't turn your fucking cheek
Dead cell Dead cell.
Born with no soul. Lack of control.
Cut from the mold of the anti-social.
Plug them in and then turn them on.
Process the data. Make yourself the bomb.
No soul. (Dead cell) No control.
Cut from the mold of the (Dead cell) anti-social.
Plug them in and then (Dead cell) turn them on.
Process the data.
Make (Dead cell) yourself the bomb.
Dead. Cell. Dead. CELL!!
Dead cell. Dead cell.

 

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1 *crystal* *crystal* | Web | 24. června 2009 v 18:53 | Reagovat

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