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Muzyka i słowa: Mustaine

I had wrists donning slits
Flowing constantly
My broken body in a wreck
I'm wrapped around a tree
A crosswalk hit-and-run
The finish line for me
People clutter in the gutter
Take a look and see

No escaping pain
You belong to me
Clinging on to life
By the skin o'my teeth

My blood flows through the streets
Deluge from the wounds
Empty jars of sleeping pills
On the dresser in my room
My wet-brain neighbor cranes
His neck to see
In time the white light's a train
Bearing down on me

No escaping pain
You belong to me
Clinging on to life
By the skin o'my teeth

Solo - Friedman

I won't feel the hurt
I'm not trash any longer
That, that doesn't kill me
Only makes me stronger
I need a ride to the morgue
That's what 911 is for
So tag my toe and don't forget
To close the drawer

No escaping pain
You belong to me
Clinging on to life
By the skin o'my teeth

Muzyka i slowa: Mustaine

You take a mortal man
And put him in control
Watch him become a god
Watch people's heads a-roll

Just like the Pied Piper
Led rats through the streets
We dance like marionettes,
Swaying to the Symphony Of Destruction

Acting like a robot
Its metal brain corrodes.
You try to take its pulse,
Before the head explodes.

Just like the Pied Piper
Led rats through the streets
We dance like marionettes,
Swaying to the Symphony Of Destruction

Solo - Friedman

The earth starts to rumble
World powers fall
A-warring for the heavens,
A peaceful man stands tall.

Just like the Pied Piper
Led rats through the streets
We dance like marionettes,
Swaying to the Symphony Of Destruction

Muzyka: Mustaine
Słowa: Mustaine, Ellefson

Born from the dark, in the black cloak of night
To envelop its prey below, deliver to the light
To eliminate your enemy, hit them in their sleep
And when all is won and lost, the spoils of wars are yours to keep.

Great nations, built from the bones of the dead,
With mud and straw, blood and sweat,
You know your worth when your enemies
Praise your Architecture of Aggression.

Solo - Friedman

Ensuing power vacuum, a toppled leader dies
His body fuels the power fire and the flames rise to the sky.
One side of his face, a kiss, the other genocide,
Time to pay with your ass, a worldwide suicide.

Great nations, built from the bones of the dead,
With mud and straw, blood and sweat,
You know your worth when your enemies
Praise your Architecture of Aggression.

"Fight for America"

"Everybody knew that th 15th of January was the deadline date
By kicking the war off, once war was over people would be able to go home

Solo - Friedman

Born from the dark, in the black cloak of night.
To envelope its prey below, deliver to the light,
To eliminate your enemy, hit them in their sleep,
And when all is won and lost, the spoils of war are yours to keep.

Great nations, built from the bones of the dead,
With mud and straw, blood and sweat,
You know your worth when your enemies
Praise your Architecture of Aggression.

"Fight for America"

"They looked like big long snakes coming up in the air"
"Medium sized triple a, um, just, ah tracer bullets"

Muzyka: Mustaine
Słowa: Mustaine, Ellefson

Rise so high, yet so far to fall.
A plan of dignity and balance for all.
Political breakthrough, euphoria's high.
More borrowed money, more borrowed time.
Backed in a corner, caught up in the race.
A means to an end ended in disgrace.
Perspective is lost in the spirit of the chase.

Foreclosure of a Dream,
Those visions never seen,
Until all is lost, Personal Holocaust,
Foreclosure of a Dream.

Barren lands that once filled a need,
Are worthless now, dead without a deed.
Slipping away from an iron grip,
Nature's scales are forced to tip,
The heartland dies; loss of all pride.
To leave ain't believing, so try and be tried,
Insufficient funds, insanity, and suicide.

Foreclosure of a Dream,
Those visions never seen,
Until all is lost, Personal Holocaust,
Foreclosure of a Dream.

Solo - Mustaine

"The congress will push me to raise tax and I'll say
'No, read my lips, read my lips, read my lips'"

Now with new hope some will be proud.
This is no hoax, no one pushed out.
Receive a reprieve and be a pioneer.
Break new ground of a new frontier.
New ideas will surely get by.
No deed or dividend, some may ask "Why?"
You'll find the solution, the answers in the sky.

Solo - Friedman

Rise so high, yet so far to fall.
A plan of dignity and balance for all.
Political breakthrough, euphoria's high.
More borrowed money, more borrowed time.

Foreclosure of a Dream,
Those visions never seen,
Until all is lost, Personal Holocaust,
Foreclosure of a Dream.

Holocaust

Muzyka i słowa: Mustaine

Hello me, meet the real me.
And my misfit's way of life.
A dark black past is my
Most valued possession.
Hindsight is always 20-20,
But looking back it's still a bit fuzzy.
Speak of mutually assured destruction?
Nice story, tell it to "Reader's Digest"!

Feeling paranoid
True enemy or false friend?
Anxiety's attacking me
And my air is getting thin.
I'm in trouble for the things
I haven't got to yet.
I'm chomping at the bit
And my palms are getting wet,
Sweating bullets.

Hello me... It's me again.
You can subdue, but never tame me.
It gives me a migraine headache
Sinking down to your level.
Yea, just keep thinking it's my fault
And stay an inch or two out of kicking distance.
Mankind has got to know
His limitations

Feeling claustrophobic,
Lke the walls are closing in.
Blood stains on my hands and
I don't know where I've been
I'm in trouble for the things
I haven't got to yet.
I'm sharpening the axe
And my palms are getting wet
Sweating bullets.

Solo - Mustaine

I hear it in here...
Blood stains on my... hands
The big axe...
Sweating...

Well me, its nice talking to myself,
A credit to dementia.
Some day you too will know my pain,
And smile its blacktooth grin.
If the war inside my head
Won't take a day off I'll be dead.
My icy fingers claw your back,
Here I come again.

Feeling paranoid
True enemy or false friend?
Anxiety's attacking me
And my air is getting thin

Feeling claustrophobic
Like the walls are closing in
Blood stains on my hands
And I don't know where I've been

Once you committed me
Now you've acquitted me
Claiming validity
For your stupidity
I'm chomping at the bit
I'm sharpening the axe
Here I come again!
Sweating bullets

Muzyka i słowa: Mustaine

It was just another day
It was just another fight
It was words strung into sentences
It was doomed to not be right

There is something wrong with me
There is something wrong with you
There is nothing left of us
There is one thing I can do

Lying on your bed, examining my head
This is the part of me that hates
Paybacks are a bitch, I throw the switch
Somewhere an electric chair awaits

Hey! This was my life
Hey! This was my fate

This was the wrong thing to do
This was the wrong one to be doing
This was the road to destiny
This was the road to my ruin

Now there's motives for the suspect
Now there's nothing left to say
Now there's method to the madness
Now there's society to pay

Lying on your bed, examining my head
This is the part of me that hates
Paybacks are a bitch, I throw the switch
Somewhere an electric chair awaits

Hey! This was my life
Hey! This was my fate

In our life there is "if"
In our beliefs there is "lie"
In our business there is "sin"
In our bodies there is "die"

Solo - Mustaine

This was my life
This was my fate

Muzyka: Mustaine, Friedman
Słowa: Mustaine, Ellefson, Menza

Endangered species, caged in fright,
Shot in cold blood, no chance to fight.
The stage is set, now pay the price.
And ego boost, don't think twice.
Technology, the battle's unfair,
You pull the hammer without a care.
Squeeze the trigger that makes you Man,
Pseudo-safari, the hunt is canned

All are gone, all but one.
No contest, nowhere to run.
No more left, only one.
This is it, this is the Countdown to Extinction

Tell the truth, you wouldn't dare.
The skin and trophy, oh so rare.
Silence speaks louder than words.
Ignore the guilt and take your turn.
Liars' anagram is "lairs"
Man you were never even there.
Killed a few feet from the cages,
Point blank, you're so courageous...
So courageous

All are gone, all but one.
No contest, nowhere to run.
No more left, only one.
This is it, this is the Countdown to Extinction

Solo - Friedman

"One hour from now,
Another species of life form
Will disappear from the face of the planet
Forever... And the rate is accelerating."

Solo - Mustaine & Friedman

All are gone, all but one.
No contest, nowhere to run.
No more left, only one.
This is it, this is the Countdown to Extinction

Muzyka: Mustaine
Słowa: Mustaine, Ellefson

Do it if you dare, leaping from the sky
Hurling through the air, exhilarating high
See the earth below, soon to make a crater
Blue sky, black death, I'm off to meet my maker

Energy of the God's, adrenalin surge
Won't stop till I hit the ground, I'm on my way for sure
Up here in the air this will never hurt
I'm on my way to impact, taste the high speed dirt

Paralyzed with fear, feel velocity gain
Entering a near catatonic state
Pressure of the sound roaring thru my head
Crash into the ground, damned if I'll be dead

Energy of the God's, adrenalin surge
Won't stop till I hit the ground, I'm on my way for sure
Up here in the air this will never hurt
I'm on my way to impact, taste the high speed dirt

Jump or die!

Solo - Mustaine
Solo - Friedman

Dropping all my weight, going down full throttle
The Pale Horse awaits, like a genie in a bottle
Fire in my veins, faster as I go
I forgot my name, I'm a dirt torpedo

Solo - Friedman

High speed dirt...

Solo - Mustaine

Shit!

Muzyka i słowa: Mustaine
Solo fills - Friedman

Assassin in stealth, assailant from Hell
Impervious to damage
Computer on board engaged in a war
Non-stop combatant
Maybe not a mutant, maybe a man

Part bionic and organic, not a cyborg
Call him Psychotron

Burning inside, Godspeed in glide
Battle plan running
A killing machine, just downright mean
And forever gunning
Maybe not a mutant, maybe a man

Part bionic and organic, not a cyborg
Call him Psychotron

Solo - Friedman

Target to destroy, arms in employ
Full assault fire threat
Sensors indicate you will terminate
Life systems disconnect

Part bionic and organic, not a cyborg
Call him Psychotron

Solo - Mustaine

Psychotron!

Muzyka: Mustaine, Menza, Friedman
Słowa: Mustaine, Ellefson

Madness comes and madness goes
An insane place with insane moves
Battles without for battles within
Where evil lives and evil rules
Breaking them up, just breaking them in
Quickest way out, quickest relief wins
Never disclose, never betray
Cease to speak or cease to breathe
And when you kill a man, you're a murderer
Kill many, and you're a conqueror
Kill them all and you're a god!

"Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, have you reached a verdict?"

"Yes we have 'Your Honor', we find the defendant guilty
On all counts for crimes against all humanity."

"By virtue of the jury's decision and the power vested in me by the state
I hereby sentence you to be incarcerated with no possibility of parole, for life."

"Life? Whale' ya' mean life? I ain't got a life!"

"Boy, your soul better belong to Jesus, Hmmm-mmm, cause your ass belongs to me!"

Captive honour, ain't no honour

No time for questions, no time for games
Start kicking ass and taking down the names
A long shit list a shorter fuse
He is untouchable and guaranteed to lose

Captive honour, ain't no honour

Solo - Mustaine

Inside the bighouse his nightmare unfolds
Before he got there his man-pussy was sold
Black blanket welcome, this tough guy's now a bitch
Praying for death, it can't be worse than this

Captive honour, ain't no honour

Solo - Mustaine
Solo - Friedman

Captive honour, ain't no honour

Muzyka: Mustaine, Ellefson, Menza, Friedman
Słowa: Mustaine

People have round shoulders from fairing heavy loads,
And the soldiers liberate them, laying mines along their roads.
Sorrow paid for valor is too much to recall
Of the countless corpses piled up along the Wailing Wall.

Melting down all metals, turning plows and shears to swords,
Shun words from the Bible, we need implements of war.
Chalk lines and red puddles of those who have been slain
Destiny, that crooked schemer, says the dead shall rise again

Where do we go from here?
And should we really care?
The end is finally here God have mercy!

Now we've rewritten history
The one thing we've found out
Sweet taste of vindication
It turns to Ashes in Your Mouth

Where do we go from here?
And should we really care?
The end is finally here God have mercy!

If you're fighting to live it's OK to die!
The answer to your question is "Welcome to tomorrow!"

Solo - Friedman
Solo - Mustaine
Solo - Mustaine & Friedman

Where do we go from here?
God have mercy!

Where do we go from here?
And should we really care?
The end is finally here God have mercy!

Mercy!

Muzyka: Mustaine
Słowa: Mustaine, Sean Harris

I am the author, dream up your pain
Drink as did Bacchus, rebel just like Cain
Lord of the city, I shall remain
All pandemonium I shall reign
Sit in my fortress up on my hill
Drinking the wine till I've had my fill
Building up high, my castle walls
Oh, to veil my splendid fall

I present to you, I present to you, I present you this crown of worms

Surrounding myself with misery
Drawn curtains heavy of my history
Exquisite I am perfect unity
On my left hand is false majesty
I feign affection, refute the true story
Dispute with creation, the lie is my glory
I care for no one, my gospel is death
For me the light's gone, only darkness is left

I present to you, I present to you, I present you this crown of worms

As black in deed, as cold as stone
A commandment of one, as proud as gold
As neglected in spirit, as time is old
As legion is numbers, as legend is told
I am alone with agony of truth
My power of will, my judgment and chain
My end is knowledge and conscience of guilt
My final confusion hidden from me till I'm done