(from "Someone's Gonna Get Their Head To Believe In Something" Compilation) Now baby don't you write me no dear john letter don't you think i deserve
Get out of the house, take a vacation Can't find a job, total frustration Got no money, totally broke Life is boring, there's no more hope Don't tell
Have you ever seen a skate boarder Surfing in a pool Flying over the coping With a skateboard as his tool Well you've got no time for me You think it'
Slamming at the club just the other night It was so cool, even got in a fight It was all right cuz the bros were there Mellow on the outside so nobody
Thousand decades in vain (Again) they strive for final completion Forgotten are the fast sins And the perfect creation calls What will the wind bring
Your life means nothing. Parting isn't such sweet sorrow. Dripping with hate. Words from the inner soul. Realization of my ways. Evidently unapparant
the bone is broken the vein is cut the entrails of people torn to shreds the world watches no country gives a shit no one a finger to lift following orders
Grown I've grown aggression inside Been pushed and buried alive Just stay the hell away from me Until my final sleep If you're trying to change my mind
My anguish and aggression Cuz pain is awesome we live off it My anguish and aggression (Necro) If you mess with me your destiny's to rest in peace
[M: Fioretti/Trzebiatowski/Petrozza/Reil u L: Petrozza u cMaldoror] [When I wrote the lyrics to this one, I've tried to put myself into a murderer's
[Mustaine-Ellefson] Born from the dark, In the black cloak of night. To envelop its prey below, Deliver to the light. To eliminate your enemy, Hit them
Angryness, shouting angry words to you fucks caus angry is what I am Meaningless, your values, words, promises and prayers to me life?s too short to make
So are you afraid of me Stand up for the things you say behind my back Extreme - Incensed - Enraged... You make me feel aggression Your words mean squat
Sickening the things that I see Can't stop my mind from slowly wandering Dream'n again I think you're With me but there is where the thinking ends Sleep
Somebody cried the death of culture Somebody spit in a little boy's face Somebody said you robbed my homeland Somebody got the wrong impression So we
[Music: Knutsson/Eng Lyrics: Carlsson] Feed in front of my eyes Disgusting living in moving pictures Do I want to watch your, ordinary days? Ordinary
The wars that they wage With violent murderous rage The hungry soldiers of fortune Care not who they oppose Relentless assault Of assassins for hire Destroying
Slice of the blade, penetrate the flesh Form pools of blood, your head I crush With broken glass, in cruor you are blessed Scream like a bitch, into your