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I Love Superman
03:24
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Feel control of the corporate hand, they'll do everything that they can.
To keep us, from finding the truth. Do as you're told, without any proof.
Who will live and who will see, using fear to lie and deceive.
He'll teach us, who to hate. He'll teach the youth to discriminate.
Surrender your will and forget what you learned, turn a blind eye and watch as you burn. Save yourself, kill someone else.
If you see him coming don't be relieved, why should we conform and always believe. The iron age will shut your eyes, burn the flag and testify.
Look around there's nothing left, in the air the smell of death.
Surrender your will and forget what you learned, turn a blind eye and watch as you burn. Save yourself, kill someone else.
State of the union the shock has spread, those who resist are finally dead. We won't follow you cause you never cared, fuck your name and fuck your hair. Fear is your god when you cannot see, we won't follow you cause you never believed.
Surrender your will and forget what you learned, turn a blind eye and watch as you burn. Save yourself, kill someone else.
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2. |
Make it Work
01:16
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Nothing matters these days, I feel like I'm in a haze. Do you even want to stay? Make me feel like it's okay. Pull the needles from my heart tear my hopes and dreams apart.
Get off that machine and help me up, the way you turn your back is never enough. Make it work so I can see the day, make it work so I can be okay.
So one thing but mean the other, stop your crying I'm not your mother. Do you even want to stay make me feel like it's okay. I can see there's nothing left, all I see is fucking death.
Get off that machine and help me up, the way you turn your back is never enough. Make it work so I can see the day, make it work so I can be okay. (X 2)
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3. |
Attack and Release
02:51
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Got no time for misery,
plastic motherfuckers are all I can see.
Beat us in and chase us out,
you fucking cunts won't find our route.
All these years and nothing's changed,
bored to death and bored to tears.
Blocking us all from what we need,
I'll laugh in your face while you fuckers bleed.
And nobody cares,
cause your scene is fucking dead.
Fuck all your lies and tormented dreams.
Unplugged from your bullshit,
and we're on our way.
You deserve to die with the rest,
we know where the future's at.
Got no time for misery,
plastic motherfuckers are all I can see.
Beat us in and chase us out,
you fucking cunts won't find our routes.
Mil's basements we left behind,
Santa Barbara has not been kind.
But we don't care cause we're coming for you,
we'll drain your life cause there's nothing to do.
And nobody cares,
cause your scene is fucking dead.
Fuck all your lies and tormented dreams.
Unplugged from your bullshit,
and we're on our way.
You deserve to die with the rest,
we know where the future's at.
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4. |
The Attic
02:51
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Fuck you Paul I don't need your virgins, oh wait that's a lie cause I hate myself. I don't need you anyway, I can fuck her any day. Cause you, and me, have nothing left. Why's everybody so out of breath? You will be the death of me, it's too bad you'll never see.
Slip away and bite me again, I can't escape, the voices in my head.
Crawling in ad leaving them, you better run, they've all got guns.
Faked my life and I'll fake my death, this isn't me, I'm not happy.
Maybe you'll understand when I'm dead, day after day, it all feels the same.
Fuck you Paul I don't need your virgins, oh wait that's a lie cause I hate myself. Keep those thoughts locked in the attic, feel them bring me closer to death. See her coming down the stairs for me, blood runs down her satan dress. Drive this spike straight through her heart, now she's dead and I'm alone.
Slip away and bite me again, I can't escape, the voices in my head.
Crawling in ad leaving them, you better run, they've all got guns.
Faked my life and I'll fake my death, this isn't me, I'm not happy.
Maybe you'll understand when I'm dead, day after day, it all feels the same.
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5. |
No Fun
02:08
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Scared, and all alone. The hands of time wrapped around my throat. I have, always been this way. No one, needs you here. Torn apart by holding down. They know, that you're not okay.
Just take it all, away from me. Time will pass, you will see.
Don't look, you can't be free. Trust her lies but follow me.Just take it all, away from me. Time will pass, you will see.
Don't look, you can't be free. Trust her lies but follow me.
Just take it all...
Stand up, against your fears, drinking away your sorrow and pain, won't stop, you from leaving here. You left me to die, confused and lost after all this time. Forgiveness, won't even get you near.
Just take it all, away from me. Time will pass, you will see.
Don't look, you can't be free. Trust her lies but follow me.Just take it all, away from me. Time will pass, you will see.
Don't look, you can't be free. Trust her lies but follow me.
Just take it all...
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6. |
Vitality
01:32
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I know you feel unsatisfied, try your best to stay alive. And after all this time, you feel there's nothing left. Try not to look down, don't run out of breath.
Wake up and find yourself, ride that spark and escape this hell. Rise up from your shame and dread. Your sympathy will never sell.
Speed won't last until you try, intoxicated and alive. Inspiration comes from the bottles on the ground. Stand up and walk away before you're ever found.
Wake up and find yourself, ride that spark and escape this hell. Rise up from your shame and dread. Your sympathy will never sell.
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7. |
Night Surf
01:46
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Sleep deprived in a hall of eyes, all stand against me. White walls and empty faces, don't mean a thing. Jet lag is suffocation, from these walls I will be free. Hackers in the back (with a tombstone) cause me to fall.
Paranoia in my brain, nothing will ever be the same. You stole my eyes, you stole me gaze, nothing will ever be the same. I stare at you, across the crowd. With my blade against your skin I stab, and stab, and now you're dead. The voices and faces in my head.
Your blood red hair, your blood red shoes, your ghost pale skin, won't save you, from the edge of my blade, piercing your skin, making you scream, escaping this hell. They'll find your body, but I won't care. The blood you bleed is as red as your hair.
Paranoia in my brain, nothing will ever be the same. You stole my eyes, you stole me gaze, nothing will ever be the same. I stare at you, across the crowd. With my blade against your skin I stab, and stab, and now you're dead. The voices and faces in my head.
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8. |
Blood on our Hands
02:27
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It's been three years, since I've seen you around this place. They tried to empty me and break my pain. Remember what I said, right before you left. The work we've done isn't over, just yet.
There, is, blood, on our hands. There, is, blood, on our hands. (X 2)
Remember when we met in broken walls and empty homes? Drive this blade through my heart and leave me alone. And after all this time, of waiting for you to arrive. Walking away is how you stayed alive.
There, is, blood, on our hands. There, is, blood, on our hands. (X 2)
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Fear Street
03:03
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Alone at night with a circle of eyes, making my way while I still got time. Head back down to the cul-de-sac I'm mesmerized while, the children cry. Crows pass by through the starless skies, the things I've seen could cause a fright. Stalk them through the windows, the one's who live I'll follow.
The dead boys, are coming home. Tonight is the night, they will roam.
Remember when you laughed and tormented me, spilling your blood will set me free. Bury your body in the autumn leaves, I'm having fun while your family grieves. I've come back for the others now, in the streets there's not a sound. Kill them all, while the sun is down.
The skeleton comes from within the park, pull me from the grave while he glows in the dark. Lights grow dim as the rain falls down, someone knows that I'm inside. Leaves blow through this cold dark night, fear is what they all must fight. Run down the street there's no one around, all hallow's eve has got you know.
The dead boys, are coming home. Tonight is the night, they will roam.
Remember when you laughed and tormented me, spilling your blood will set me free. Bury your body in the autumn leaves, I'm having fun while your family grieves. I've come back for the others now, in the streets there's not a sound. Kill them all, while the sun is down.
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10. |
Skullcandy
03:12
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Descending from the depths of hell we have come for your soul, try to run and scream and shout there is no way of getting out. Chase you through the parking lot, smash your head with a rock. Chloroform and red tape, won't let you escape. Drag your body to the car, blood runs down my arm tonight.
You're so fucking weak, I hate everything about you. You never thought this would be true. Pain is my only pleasure, I cannot see. I love knowing you're in agony.
Descending from the depths of hell we have come for your soul, try to run and scream and shout there is no way of getting out. Tear the flesh from your skin, you'll know true pain. Hide you within my walls, your casque is my home. Wear your body as a suit, your friends will like me more than they used to.
You're so fucking weak, I hate everything about you. You never thought this would be true. Pain is my only pleasure, I cannot see. I love knowing you're in agony.
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