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Dying Creed

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Falling are the people of a decaying race, Now proclaim the legacy inherited too late - too late, Mankind - The dying creed, Reared on ignorance an greed, On suffering we feed devouring all beyond our needs. A path of self destruction they cannot see, Regarding their only interest in profitability - They cannot see, Open up your mind before its too late, Unlock the chains of confinement that we create. Grasping all that you can-overloaded capacity, Nothing can conceal instinctive rapacity. A movement to disaster could this be the final plan, Blinded by our avarice, the closing chapter, extinction of man. Mankind - The dying creed, Reared on ignorance an greed, On suffering we feed devouring all beyond our needs.

Affliction

Econoline Crush
There I'm on the edge Of something more than what I knew I've traded my burdens For habits I can't cure Gather up my enemies Bring them to the feast Dancing in the circle As they crucify me Falling down again...don't be late It's my time of reckoning Misery my friend I'm spending all my time with you Reflection in the mirror Of someone I once knew Take me to the gallery And push me to my knees Beggin for forgiveness As the chorus judge me Falling down again...don't be late Its my time of reckoning You've takin everything Oh, you never get enough Imtimidate, you violate, humiliate me You just can't let it be You're coming back for me Push me down Push me down Hurt me again You crawl in me, exist to feed You watch me bleed You're punishing Consumed with greed You empty me No, No, No, No... Dive it deeper, go on Just push it in Fill me with infection Your affliction in me Oh your sadistic need You're coming back for me Push me down Push me down Hurt me again You crawl in me Exist to feed You watch me bleed You're punishing Consumed with greed You empty me No, No, No, No... Smothered in this addiction Your affliction, is drowning me

Dead End Angel

Jayhawks "Blue Earth"
Dear one, I had enough Killjoy lurking in the shadows I been sick and tired playing out my day in a dream Hurry up, hurry up it's late I'm dying in the shadow I'm just a little baby boy in your arms So you You know who you are Thought I saw you in the rearview mirrour looking down Took the dive Friday night Had a pretty good alibi Gasoline it hid the deed, not taking it for granted Hurry up, hurry up it's late I'm tongue-tied and getting someting CHORUS: Babe Scared of you Scared of you CHORUS Headed down to Kingsfield With the key in my hand Took a swim down at Hidden Beach You and me in the sand Hurry up, hurry up it's late I'm dying dying in the shadow I'm just a little baby boy But now I'm getting something CHORUS CHORUS Dear one I've had enough Raise the flag, I'm giving up I'm just sick and tired living out my day in a dream I want to be the first to say it Black or white but never gray I don't feel like me today I'm dying in the shadow Hurry up, hurry up it's late But now I'm getting somewhere CHORUS Babe Scared of you

Born In Sodom

Dying Fetus
Born, a human life into this world. Dead, the sad result from disease. A century of sacrifice is lost in greed. In a time of massive wealth, where not one sees. Chemical children are raised in the streets, Their whoring mothers begging beside. In prisons the riots are breeding resistance The starving all seek to be fed. A shit-city built on the backs of the poor where the real world is buried beneath. While tourists and business, partners in greed devour the fruit of the land. Starving and dying, assassins surround to kill them. Praying for something or someone to set them free. Life in Babylon, post-A.D., defined in terms of what can you do for me. The world outside is full of rot, so walls divide the burn of acid air, and black-cloud skies. Death squads are crawling the city, in search of the worthless to fill up mass graves. Corrupted and careless, degrading all life these cops are the killers, well-trained. Millions of people stand dead at their feet, begging for mercy denied. Breathing pollution and slaving to eat, they're humans, but empty inside. Rise, out of the slums, they seek to fight, fight to defend. Nothing is left but a future of death. Awaiting the poor, who starve just to breathe. Breathe in the air, now they shall be reborn. How can you think that our world is so good? The red, white and blue blinds your eyes. When everything's fine in your white neighborhood, who cares for the dying outside? Forced to rebellion, uprising they're tearing through the walls of confinement, uprooted The promise of a third world resistance, the power is overtaken. Nightfall in Sodom, it's burning. It's time to bring it down. Now the time has come at last, to give back what they demand. Just a chance for life, and peace far away from famine and disease. Power has changed across the world now, It's just the money that rules in Sodom today. And the bastards that run the corporate plan, will be choking on their blood when the masses make them pay.

Get Some

SNOT "Get Some"
This sickness it burns inside me It sticks in my throat I'm gonna choke I cannot speak Besides it runs the fear of the unknown Could this be some reckoning Wrath for wrong I've done, comin' back to haunt me The God I have denied his power shown But now I can't protest although defiant heart it pounds deep in my chest I know that this will have its way with me For now I choose to go I know it's just the mind tryin' to interrupt my flow Intentions all fall down My soul has died Feed the greed, its not need I figure so what Can you fix the hole that resides deep in this gut Right now I need a drink so I'll fix myself whatever it takes I cannot wait Now, this will not die they warned me in church when I was young I could rely If there's a God, he's one I've never seen & now I just lament Did not held the threat I played the cards that I've been dealt Like putting out the fire with gasoline For when I used I lose won't face the fear of life without something abused That now I'm forced to find another way My show your final show A homicide I tried to warn, you should have known Now I'll take you with me Show you my pain Feed the need it's not greed, I figure so what You gonna tell me punk now uh-huh Can you fix the hole that resides deep in this gut I'll fix myself whatever it takes I cannot wait Come & get it, Come & get it, get some I feed the need that twists my mind Time & time again (gibberish) Come & get it

Gone

KANYE WEST "Late Registration"
Wished I had told Ooh was (the) only one But it's too late, it's too late He's gone [Kanye West] You sweat her, and I ain't talkin 'bout a Coogi You a big L, and I ain't talkin 'bout Cool J See me at the airport, at least 20 Louis Treat me like the Prince and this my sweet brother Numpsay BROTHER NUMPSAY! Groupies sound too choosy Take 'em to the show and talk all through the movies Says she want diamonds, I took her to Ruby Tuesdays If we up in Friday's, I still have it my way [Chorus] Too late, we, gone - we strivin home Gone - we ride on chrome It's too late [Kanye West] Y'all don't want no prob from me What you rappers could get is a job from me Maybe you could be my intern, and in turn I'll show you how I cook up summer, in the win-turr Aaron love the raw dog, when will he learn Caught somethin on the Usher tour he had to "Let it Burn" Plus he already got three chil'run Arguin over babysitters like, "Bitch - it's yo' turn!" Damn 'Ye, it'd be stupid to ditch you Even your superficial raps is super official R-R-R-Roc Pastelle with Gucci on With TV's in the ride, throw a movie on Said he couldn't rap now he at the top with doobie long Cause the dookie's on any song that they threw me on, gone [Chorus] We strivin home, gone [Cam] I ride on chrome... We strivin home, gone [Cam] Killa, I ride on chrome [Cam'Ron] Knock knock, who's there? Killa Cam, Killa who? Killa Cam, hustler, grinder, gorilla true Oh my chinchilla blue, blue you ever dealt with a dealer Well here's the deal ma we goin to the dealer booth No concealin, no ceiling I don't need a roof Act up, get out, I don't need you poof Poof, be gone, damn tough luck dag Dag, niggaz still doin puff puff pass Pull the truck up fast and I tell 'em Hey, back in a touched up Jag, shit Y'all niggaz want Killa Cam, cerebellum An old man just gon' tell 'em (too late, he, gone) Then I see how y'all gonna react when I'm (gone) My last girl want me back then I'm on Fine stay, you got the grind hey Came back, read what the sign say (too late, he, gone) Yes I know you wanna see my demise Yeah you church boy actin like a thief in disguise Ain't leavin my side, see the greed in my eyes Ask Abby y'all hustle for a week to the Chi, shit And that ain't leavin alive, please believe me Gave Weezy a piece of the pie, and You can ask George or Regina The whole Westside I explore with the Beemer now [Chorus] We strivin home, I ride on chrome Listen homeboy move on That's your best bet, why's that? Cause [Consequence] Uhh, uhh, yo, yo I been pourin out some liquor for the fact that my pal's gone And tryin to help his momma with the fact that her child gone And since we used to bubble like a tub full of Calgon Guess it's only right that I should help her from now on But since they got a foul on, what coulda gone wrong Now they askin Cons, how long has this gone on And maybe all this money mighta gone to my head Cause they got me thinkin money mighta gone to the feds So I ain't goin to the dread, but he'll go on up to bed And when I came the next mornin he was gone with my bread And with that bein said, I had gone on my instincts And gone to the spots where they go to get mixed drinks But lookin back now shoulda gone to the crib And rented "Gone With the Wind," cause I'da gone about 10 But I had gone with my friend, and we had gone to the bar And heard a nigga talkin shit so I had gone to the car And now the judge is tellin me that I had gone too far And now we gone for 20 years, doin time behind bars And since I gone to a cell for some petty crimes I guess I gone to the well one too many times, cause I'm gone [long instrumental pause] [Kanye West imitating "The Show" at first] Uh-uh-uh Uh-uh-uh uh uh onnn, uh uh-uh onnn Uh-uh onnn, uh uh-uh I'mmmm Ah-head of my time, sometimes years out So the powers that be won't let me get my ideas out And that make me wanna get my advance out And move to Oklahoma and just live at my Aunt's house Yeah, I romance the thought of leavin it all behind Kanye step away from the lime- -light, like, when I was on the grind In the "One, Nine, Nine, Nine" Before, model chicks was bendin over or Dealerships asked me Benz or Rover, man If I could just get one beat on Hova We could get up off this cheap-ass sofa What the summer of the Chi got to offer an 18-year-old Sell drugs or get a job, you gotta play gyro My dawg worked at Taco Bell, hooked us up plural Fired a week later the manager count the churros Sometimes I can't believe it when I look up in the mirrow How we out in Europe, spendin Euros They claim you never know what you got 'til it's GONE I know I got it, I don't know what y'all on I'ma open up a store for aspiring MC's Won't sell 'em no dream, but the inspiration is free But if they ever flip sides like Anakin You'll sell everything includin the mannequin They got a new bitch now you Jennifer Aniston Hold on I'll handle it, don't start panickin, stay calm Shorty's at the door cause they need more Inspiration for they life, they souls, and they songs They said sorry Mr. West is gone!

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