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Born to Die
Don’t make me sad, don’t make me cry
Sometimes love is not enough and the road gets tough
I don’t know why
Keep making me laugh
Let’s go get high
The road is long, we carry on
Try to have fun in the meantime
Come on take a walk on the wild side
Let me kiss you hard in the pouring rain
You like your girls insane
Choose your last words, this is the last time
Cause you and I, we were born to die
Off to the Races
My old man is a tough man but
He's got a soul as sweet as blood red jam
And he shows me, he knows me
Every inch of my tar black soul
He doesn't mind I have a flat broke down life
In fact he says he thinks it's why he might like about me
Admires me, the way I roll like a Rolling stone
Likes to watch me in the glass room bathroom, Chateau Marmont
Slippin' on my red dress, puttin' on my makeup
Glass film, perfume, cognac, lilac
Fumes, says it feels like heaven to him
Cola (NSFW))
My pussy taste like Pepsi-Cola,
My eyes are wide like cherry pies.
I gots a taste for men who're older
It's always been, so it's no surprise.
Harvey's in the sky with diamonds and he's making me crazy (I come alive, alive)
All he wants to do is party with his pretty baby.
Come on, baby, let's ride
We can escape to the great sunshine.
I know your wife, and she wouldn't mind
We made it out to the other side
Here we are Juggernaut -
We were stupid, we got caught
But nothing matters anymore
So what?
Here we are, juggernaut,
Juggernaut
So let's hang us a hangman, we'll bury our burdens in blood
(Oh no) Oh so hang us a hangman, we'll bury our burdens in blood
Become stronger, juggernaut.
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Cry Little Sister
A last fire will rise behind those eyes
Black house will rock, blind boys don't lie
Immortal fear, that voice so clear
Through broken walls, that scream I hear
Cry, little sister - Thou shall not fall
Come to your brother - Thou shall not die
Unchain me, sister - Thou shall not fear
Love is with your brother - Thou shall not kill
Twisted Transistor - Pack
Hey you, hey you, Devil's little sister
Listening to your Twisted Transistor
Hold it between your legs
Turn it up, turn it up
Low end is coming through
Can't get enough
A lonely life, where no one understands you
But don't give up, because the music do
Music do
Because the music do
And then it's reaching
Inside you forever preaching
Fuck you too
Your scream's a whisper
Hang on you
Twisted Transistor
Pet
Don't fret precious I'm here, step away from the window
Go back to sleep
Lay your head down child
I won't let the boogeyman come
Counting bodies like sheep
To the rhythm of the war drums
Pay no mind to the rabble
Pay no mind to the rabble
Head down, go to sleep
To the rhythm of the war drums
Pay no mind what other voices say
They don't care about you, like I do, like I do
Safe from pain and truth and choice and other poison devils,
See, they don't give a fuck about you, like I do.
Forty Six & 2 - Tool
I choose to live and to
Grow, take and give and to
Move, learn and love and to
Cry, kill and die and to
Be paranoid and to
Lie, hate and fear and to
Do what it takes to move through.
I choose to live and to
Lie, kill and give and to
Die, learn and love and to
Do what it takes to step through.
Professional Greifers - DeadMau5
I like the sound of the broken pieces
I like the lights and the siren she says
We got machines but the kids got Jesus
We like to move like we both don't need this
God can’t hear you,
They won't fight you
Watch them build a friend just like you
Morning sickness, XYZ
Teenage girls with ESP
Give me the sound to see
Another world outside that’s full of all the broken things that I made
Just give me a life to bleed
Another world outside that’s full of all the awful things that I made
We like to dance but the dead go faster
Turn up the slam/hound/bar/code/blast/her
We want the cash or the junk you’re after
Rez-up control for the mix tape master
Cell-correction
Mass dissection
Death-squad brats are in detention
Morning sickness, XYZ
Boys with bombs in NM///
Carbon-lacing
Spent shell-casingsPhotographs that I’m erasing
Bonus lives with pixel-screams
Girls with guns on LSD
Cell-infection,
Mass-destruction
Program for the final function
Lab-rat king, rescue team
Save me from the next life
Give me the sound, to see
Another world outside that’s full of all the broken things that I made
Just give me a life to bleed
Another world outside that’s full of all the awful things that I made
'Cause we are the last disease
Another broken life that’s full of all the awful things that I made
And we got the eyes to see
Another broken life that’s full of all the awful things that are made.
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