| Lyric | Song Title |
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| Generation of the dark watch their lives decay | |
| I put my money in the suitcase and headed for the big race | |
| Internal combustion, multiple personalities | |
| I used to be such a sweet, sweet thing | |
| I lied just a little when I said I need you | |
| Imagine you were at my station and you brought your motor to me | |
| Mean and infectious, the evil prophets rise | |
| Where hath the apostles gone? | |
| I had wrists donning slits, flowing constantly | |
| 'What you don't know,' the legend goes, 'can't hurt you' | |
| This thing called 'life' goes by so quickly | |
| Hello me, meet the real me | |
| Welcome to our sanguinary sect of worship | |
| Finished with my woman 'cause she couldn't help me with my mind | |
| I thought a desire worth any pleasure | |
| Within striking distance from Ground Zero sits a smoldering international cauldron | |
| Dawn breaks evenly today on the truth and the lie | |
| I see Chronos, his eyes are on fire | |
| The mother of all that is evil | |
| The quiet war has begun with silent weapons | |
| Don't remember where I was, I realized life was a game | |
| You take great pride in never having lived up to anything | |
| Red flesh cloud's choking out the morning sky | |
| Got one chance, infiltrate them | |
| In my hour of need, ha, no, you're not there | |
| He said he'd try just a little bit | |
| Now I lay me down to sleep, pray the Lord my soul to keep | |
| | Lyric | Song Title |
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| Ethnic cleansing with no defending | |
| My life's on time but again my sense is late | |
| A cockroach in the concrete, courthouse tan, and beady eyes | |
| I'm doing you a favor as I'm taking all your money | |
| Your body's empty now as I hold you | |
| If I see the morning hours, I'll have one more yesterday | |
| Where were you when it happened? | |
| Hiding in any doorway and any shadow | |
| Madness comes and madness goes | |
| Each day, my shortcomings pick my pockets | |
| Hey, I don't feel so good, something's not right | |
| Let me introduce myself, I'm a social disease | |
| No one knows what draws the moth to the flame | |
| Tremble you weaklings, cower in fear | |
| Now before they take me and my blessed life | |
| Here I come! Stand up and plant your feet | |
| Walking stiff, let me tell you, better left for dead | |
| When you feel life is bringing you down | |
| I barely get to the graveyard shift on time | |
| This is the first tale of death in the world | |
| [Title], jailbreak and a smoking gun | |
| Justified obliteration, no one cares anymore | |
| I sneak in my own house, it's four in the morning | |
| Brother will kill brother, spilling blood across the land | |
| The cold, empty house is so quiet now she's gone | |
| Sentenced to work, a dead end, 9 to 5 | |
| Behind closed doors, all you live for is taking | |
| | Lyric | Song Title |
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| My life is everything that feeds my thirst, that causes sin | |
| The slayer's arrived on a black horse of steel | |
| Full of greed, you sell your soul | |
| What we are witnessing is the decline of Western civilization | |
| Ain't got no job, ain't got no smoke | |
| Welcome to our fortress tall, I'll take some time to show you around | |
| My victims are rich or poor, young or old, strong or weak | |
| Lost inside the system, locked away without a key | |
| Lost in a dream, nothing's what it seems | |
| Who'd believe with the way things are here? | |
| Only yesterday they told me you were gone | |
| You take a mortal man and put him in control | |
| For this, I was chosen because I fear nothing | |
| Attention, attention, all citizens are ordered to report to their district detention centers | |
| People have round shoulders from fairing heavy loads | |
| I'm running in quicksand, something's haunting me | |
| Drinking cold cerveza in a boiling hot saloon | |
| Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned | |
| How much pain do you need to feel? | |
| It's time to take your last walk in this world | |
| Line up all of you and turn in your eyes | |
| Welcome to an empty fortress, a mighty wreck that once was proud | |
| Responsibility, an anchor around my neck | |
| This is breaking news, it appears Air Force One was shot down | |
| The more of you that I inspect, the more of me I see reflect | |
| This morning, I made the call | |
| What do you mean, 'I don't believe in God?' | |
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