----> Skin O\' My Teeth <----
I had wrists donning slits
Flowing constantly
My broken body in a wreck
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 lights a train
Bearing down on me

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

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
Thats what 911 is for
So, tag my toe and dont forget
Ooh to close the drawer

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

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----> Symphony Of Destruction <----
You take a mortal man,
And put him in control
Watch him become a god,
Watch peoples heads a\'roll
A\'roll, A\'roooooooollll

(Chorus)
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
Explodes, exploooodes

(Chorus x2)
Solo - Marty

The earth starts to rumble
World powers fall
A\'warring for the heavens,
A peaceful man stands tall
Tall, taaaaaaalll

(Chorus x2)

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----> Architecture Of Aggression <----
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

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

Born from the dark,
In the black cloak of night
To envelop its prey below,
Deliver to the light
To eliminate your enemy,
Hit then in their sleep,
And when all is won and lost,
The spoils of war are yours to keep

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----> Foreclosure Of A Dream <----
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
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 land 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 cries, loss of all pride
To leave ain\'t believing, so try and be tried
Insufficient funds, insanity and suicide

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

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

Holocaust

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----> Sweating Bullets <----
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 on thinking it\'s my fault
And stay an inch or two outta kicking distance
Mankind has got to know
His limitations

Feeling claustrophobic
Like 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...
The big axe...

Well me, it\'s nice talking to myself
A credit to dementia
Some day you too will know my pain
And smile its \"black-tooth 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, whoa
Sweating bullets

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----> This Was My Life <----
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\'s lie
In our business there is s-s-sin
In our bodies there is die

This was my life
This was my fate
This was my life
This was my fate

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----> Countdown To Extinction <----
Endangered species, caged in fright
Shot in cold blood, no chance to fight
The stage is set, now pay the price
An 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...
The hunt is canned

Chorus
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

Chorus

One hour from now,
another species of life form
will disappear off the face of the planet
forever...and the rate is accelerating

Chorus

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----> High Speed Dirt <----
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
Im off to meet my maker
Energy of the gods, adrenalin surge
Wont stop till i hit the ground, Im on my way for sure
Up here in the air, this will never hurt
Im 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 through my head
Crash into the ground
Damned if I\'ll be dead
Jump or die!
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
Im a dirt torpedo
High speed dirt...

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----> Psychotron <----
Assasin 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

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

Psychotron

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----> Captive Honour <----
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...Ooh...Oh you\'re a god!

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

Yes, we have Your Honour, 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?...Whadda 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 the games
Start kicking ass
And taking down the names
A long shit list
A shorter fuse
He is untouchable
And guarantees you\'ll lose

Inside the bighouse
His nightmare unfolds
Before he got there
His manpussy was sold
Black blanket welcome
This tough guy\'s now a bitch
Praying for death
It can\'t be worse than this

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----> Ashes In Your Mouth <----
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 of the Bible
We need implements of war
Chalklines 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 O.K. to die!
The answer to your question is...
Welcome to tomorrow!

Solo - Marty - Marty - Dave

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!

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----> Crown Of Worms - Bonus Track 2004 <----
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
Set 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 you, I present to you
I present you, this crown of worms (2x)

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 lights gone, only darkness is left

I present you, I present to you
I present you, this crown of worms (2x)

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 the agony of truth
My power of will
My judgement and chain
My end is knowledge
And conscience of guilt
My final confusion hidden from me til I\'m done

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