If I could have my wasted days back
Would I use them to get back on track?
Stop to warm at Karma's burning
Or look ahead, but keep on turning?
Do I have the strength to know how I'll go?
Can I find it inside to deal with what I shouldn't know?
Could I have my wasted days back
Would I use them to get back on track?

You live it or lie it, you live it or lie it
(You live it or lie it, you live it or lie it)
My lifestyle determines my death style
My lifestyle determines my death style

Keep searching, keep on searching
This search goes on, this search goes on
Keep searching, keep on searching
This search goes on, this search goes on
Frantic, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tock
Frantic, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tock
Frantic, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tock
Frantic, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tock

I've worn out always being afraid
An endless stream of fear that I've made
Treading water full of worry
This frantic, tick, tick talk of hurry
Do I have the strength to know how I'll go?
Can I find it inside to deal with what I shouldn't know?
Worn out always being afraid
An endless stream of fear that I've made

You live it or lie it, you live it or lie it
(You live it or lie it, you live it or lie it)
My lifestyle determines my death style
My lifestyle determines my death style

Keep searching, keep on searching
This search goes on, this search goes on
Keep searching, yeah, I keep on searching
This search goes on, on and on
Frantic, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tock
Frantic, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tock
Frantic, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tock
Frantic, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tock

Do I have the strength to know how I'll go?
Can I find it inside to deal with what I shouldn't know?
Do I have the strength to know how I'll go?
Can I find it inside to deal with what I shouldn't know?
Oh, my lifestyle determines my death style (birth is pain)
A rising tide that pushes to the other side (life is pain)
My lifestyle determines my death style (death is pain)
A rising tide that pushes to the other side (it's all the same)

Keep searching, keep on searching
This search goes on, on and on
Keep searching, keep on searching
This search goes on, on and on
Frantic, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tock
Frantic, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tock
Frantic, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tock
Frantic, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tock


Lyrics submitted by ruben

Frantic Lyrics as written by Lars Ulrich James Alan Hetfield

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    you must have something very large stuck in your rectum, otherwise you're just being a dumbass troll.

    thissiteistrashon February 03, 2010   Link

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