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Punching Holes In The World
The cycle of lies
Revolving doors
Bullshit in, Bullshit out
Things I hate to think about
Can’t take any more
Here’s what’s in store
You get what you deserve
I’m punching holes in the world
Punching holes in the world
Here’s what’s in store
You get what you deserve
I’m punching holes in the world
Punching holes in the world
Maybe if you would shut up
I wouldn’t hate you so much
Maybe if you could shut up
I couldn’t hate you so much
When there are times
I think it’s not worthwhile
To try and try
And try and try
But quitting’s not my style
Then you push too far
And everything explodes
You leave one last choice for me
Punching holes in the world
Can’t take any more
Here’s what’s in store
You get what you deserve
I’m punching holes in the world
Punching holes in the world
Your
World
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The Result
00:06
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The Result
You crushed my dreams
Now I crush you
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My Cell
00:42
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My Cell
Hatred
Burning
Seething
Deep in my skull
Searching
For answers
Before
I lose control
My ears ring from my shouts
I’m screaming to be let out
This room I know too well
Trapped in my head
This is my cell
Hatred
Burning
Seething
Trapped in my cell
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No Outcry
00:28
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No Outcry
So much is wrong
In this world
But it seems that
Nobody cares
There is No Outcry!
Why?
Wallow
In apathy
Don’t get involved
Just don’t give a fuck
No!
Don’t make an effort
And
Just turn the other way
Don’t care
But it seems that
Nobody cares to
Try to do what’s truly good
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Your Downfall Is My Victory
For all the awful seeds you’ve sown
For all your awful deeds I’ve known
Your joy is my misery
Your downfall’s my victory
For all the friends that you berate
For all the times you’ve stirred my hate
Your joy is my misery
Your downfall’s my victory
For all the troubled times you’ve caused
And needed a fist in your jaw
Your joy is my misery
Your downfall’s my victory
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Nothing Is Brutal
01:05
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Nothing Is Brutal
Face it - Nothing is brutal
It is all a sad cliché
Lacking in heart, Lacking in soul
Bandwagon of brutality
With no meaning
Out of control
You write songs about zombies
And all the shit that doesn’t exist
Bring back solid riffs
And tunes that make you raise your fist
Nothing is brutal, Nothing is extreme
Least of all you!
Your band’s a fucking cartoon
A pathetic joke with no punch line
It’s all image & façade, you have no spine
Stupid songs with no content
Can never be disguised by technique
You have a pointy logo
But the real point is that you’re weak
Nothing is brutal, Nothing is extreme
Nothing’s brutal
Nothing is brutal
Nothing!
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Words That Come To Mind (When Thinking Of You)
Fucker
Asshole
Prick
Piece of Shit
Cunt
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8. |
Drop The Bomb
00:46
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Drop The Bomb
Time to clean house
Clear out all the crap
Rid ourselves of ourselves
Get wiped off the map
Our shitbreed has failed
To do this world some good
The best thing we can do right now
Is level every neighborhood
Do us a favor, do it now
Drop the bomb
Do us a favor
Do it now
Drop the fucking bomb, now!
Our shitbreed has failed
Drop The Bomb!
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