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Waste of TIme
01:40
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"Waster of Time"
(verse I)
You're loosing out on the fun.
You're the key; you're the one.
You're burning (fucking) daylight.
You're never gonna get it right.
Get off your (fucking) ass.
Your time is gonna pass.
You're being left behind.
You're a waste of (fucking) time.
(chorous)
NO VISION / (YOU) DON'T FUCKING LISTEN
NO VISION / AMOUNT TO NOTHING
NO VISION / (YOU) DON'T FUCKING LISTEN
NO VISION / AMOUNT TO....
(verse II)
(You're a) Couch potato bitch
Draggin' like you tits.
You need to get off your ass.
You're wasting (fucking) time.
You're loosing out on the fun.
You're key; you're the one.
You're going to amount to nothing..
..wasting your time!
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Trend of Trends
01:32
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"Trend of Trends"
(verse I)
Bullet Belt! -wrapped around your chest
Leather Vest! -lookin' like the rest
Satanas! -What a waste of time
Pentagram! -ordered it online
(verse II)
Purple hair! -poser 'til the end
Punk Rocker! -following a trend
Out of Tune! -play it anyway
Alcohol! -Gonna hit the floor Face First!
{change}
~ UGH! ~
{groove}
You're lost!
You're faceless!
Misplaced;
You don't belong!
The voices that guide you
Devoid of reason!
(intense maniacle choir of pain/semi-spokenword)
The more you talk....
The less i listen....
{quick guitar solo}
{return}
(verse III)
Death Metal! -cookies are for me
Monotone! -boring as can be
ZOMBIE! -lyrics are the same
BLOOD BLOOD BLOOD BLOOD -- Lame!
--
(verse IV)
All the Same! -all been done before
What's the point?! -leaves you wanting more
Replicate - medeocraty
(I) can't relate - fuck world's entirety
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No Answers Here
03:10
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"No Answers Here"
(verse I)
Solitary life, no one to trust.
Far from strife and the unjust.
I'll survive on my own, so I contrived, far from home.
A stormy night, they came for me.
Bright floodlights, detainee.
Freedom's taken, nowhere to hide.
Been forsaken, no tears to cry.
Powerlessness, hopelessness, I resign, motionless
** As - light - slowly - fades -
(voivod I)
Imprisoned within these concrete walls, steel cages will break you.
**Despondency!
Robbed of your procreativity. Your innards are plagued with worms. Your flesh branded with ink of captivity. Incapacitate, so claws won't return.
**Despondency!
(voivod II)
**Sunken eyes stare, icily glare, psychological err, conduct warfare. Curs bark, howl and shriek,
(there are) no answers here (repeat) No answers here!
(doom)
They say that man has fantastic imagination, but no god, myth nor love can rescue me.
(verse II)
*And in my dreams, the walls will crumble, into sun beams I may stumble. Run to the light, far from here, run to the light, far from here (x2)
*No answers here, here on this earth!
*No answers here, here on this earth!
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