| Mushroomhead – The Wrist Lyrics | 15 years ago |
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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 |
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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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