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Mushroomhead – The Wrist Lyrics 15 years ago
acting tragically, in an inept manner
trying to act like something really mattered
when I open my eyes it's all gone
overthrown by your children
God willing shut you down

it's like the closer I get
I start to regret what I've done
a sick piece of shit, with the balls to admit, when he's wrong
react defiantly I am someone, someone
might even fool myself before I'm done
when I open my eyes it's all gone

overthrown by your children
God willing shut you down
making believe there's someplace I belong

Greedo died by the hand of Solo
Greedo died by the hand of Solo

amass a fortress of steel
unsure if I can instill
my will is caving in black
'til there's no bringing it back
again
amass a fortress of steel
unsure if I can instill
my will is caving in black
'til there's no bringing it back
again

led astray by their mock sincerity
false charity condemned chewing insult
inheriting unwarranted birthright
crown a scapegoat new king of shit

ignorance is followed by ignorance
repetition diminishing senses
defenseless crippled libido

Greedo died by the hand of Solo

led astray by their mock sincerity
false charity condemned chewing insult
inheriting unwarranted birthright
crown a scapegoat new king of shit

when I open my eyes it' all gone

Greedo died by the hand of Solo
Greedo died by the hand of Solo

making believe there's someplace I belong


overthrown by your children
God willing shut you down
making believe there's someplace I belong

when I open my eyes it's all gone

Greedo died by the hand of Solo
Greedo died by the hand of Solo

might even fool myself before I'm done

overthrown by your children
God willing shut you down
making believe there's someplace I belong

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Mushroomhead – These Filthy Hands Lyrics 15 years ago
haphazardly, tumbling hard
fall right down, laugh out loud
all in the scheme of things
we're all looking up growing tall

it's like pulling one hair
you are what you are to me
with wet fingers
in my eyes you're a star

petroleum jelly

you're something I'll never be
and watch the rain dance
you're something, I'm frightened of
I've got to get clean

the rain will cleanse me
and I've got to wash
these filthy hands

because it's all just a futile plan
that'd mean I'd have to believe again
it's like a career to breathe
an existence I can't conceive

emotionless as in slug
in my imagined oblivion

it's as much fun as poking at a nerve
you would swear, that I could, walk and talk

no one wants to fail
but no one wants to work
but I doubt you will ever

vocabulary test is graded on a curve
ever prove enough
smartest kid is stupid
word is never heard
I doubt you'll ever prove it!

I've got to get clean
the rain will cleanse me
and I've got to wash these filthy hands
all these thoughts and feelings are for naught
unappealing so you expect them to dull and fade
still they remain

caught waiting for the rain
time devours life
with my soul as the defendant
don't catch me if I fall
I may have jumped
you never know
you don't know me at all

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