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Dismember - Let Teh Napalm Rain

Indoctrination since early youth
Murder of the free thinking mind
Religion the root of all evil
The source of all suffering

Deeper and deeper into the void
Across the wasteland of your mind
Lying to live, living their lie
They make you betray your own kind

Life of agony
You have chosen your way
Self induced misery
You are led astray

The free will shall carry the day
Drop the bomb and wash the filth away
Let the napalm rain

Step into the sickening light
Into ruins of heavenly might
embide yourself in their moral vanity
Sell your soul to insanity

Religion is an excuse
For a lack of character
Something to fall back on
When all else fails

Islam, Hindu, Christianity
It’s all based on lies
There is no key to paradise
Believe in yourself and all gods die




Aeon - Godless

You speak of Armageddon and hell
Those who follows you, they will all be blessed
But the answers you seek is opaque
How can you still believe in such a lie

Holy bible was written by man
Not by divine or superior hand
Once you see this you might see that you´re fooled
It´s all about control of mankind

I am godless i salute my desires and i
Take responsibilities for all my actions
Won´t need a fake god to hide my fear of the unknown
Don´t try to look down on me because i can see through you

Soon you will see
Theres no god you will see you´re fooled
Just as the ones you fooled too
There is no such thing as Christ
He was crowned hanged to a cross
And he bleed as he was pierced in
His side on the cross of calvary

You’re telling lies and you’re fooling the week ones
And you´re feeding on their loss and their death is your profit
As they´re starving to death
You are preaching, spreading lies how to live

You will suffer no god shall save you
I will show you no mercy for this
If you´ll pray then you will see who is right
Jehovah is nothing but hoax

I am godless i salute my desires and i
Take responsibilities for all my actions
Won´t need a fake god to hide my fear of the unknown
Don´t try to look down on me because i can see through you

system of a down - Holy Mountains
wu-tang clan all song's of 'em

Death - Altering The Future

Creating a life only to destroy
Saved from a life of the unemployed
Where crime is the only way to survive
Which is the best to be dead or alive?
Maybe a chance but maybe not
Born to be thrown in the trash to rot
To exist in this world may be a mistake
The one who is with child, It's their choice to make

Death and life taken so easily
Right or wrong, Whose choice will it be?

Abortion, When it is needed
Execution, For those who deserve it
The giving and taking of life will always be
Altering the future

Look into the future to prepare us for our fate
Controlling our existence with every life we take

Life for a life should remain the rule
The innocent victim that is what's cruel
Look to the past is what we should do
When justice was done and justice was true
Using our laws to help their escape
An easy way out is what they create
Claiming insane is the way to freedom
People are stupid enough to believe them

Death and life taken so easily
Right or wrong, Whose choice will it be?

Abortion, When it is needed
Execution, For those who deserve it
The giving and taking of life will always be

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Scorpions - White Dove ;]

c0ld - I'm pro

hah stask0 bulgarian translation looks funny for me :)
I can write this song in russian too :)
<3 SoaD

Bob Dylan - Hurricane http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zuTv2deUwq4

Pistol shots ring out in the barroom night
Enter Patty Valentine from the upper hall.
She sees the bartender in a pool of blood,
Cries out, "My God, they’ve killed them all!"
Here comes the story of the Hurricane,
The man the authorities came to blame
For somethin' that he never done.
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world.

Three bodies lyin' there does Patty see
And another man named Bello, movin' around mysteriously.
"I didn't do it," he says, and he throws up his hands
"I was only robbin' the register, I hope you understand.
I saw them leavin'," he says, and he stops
"One of us had better call up the cops."
And so Patty calls the cops
And they arrive on the scene with their red lights flashin'
In the hot New Jersey night.

Meanwhile, far away in another part of town
Rubin Carter and a couple of friends are drivin' around.
Number one contender for the middleweight crown
Had no idea what kinda shit was about to go down
When a cop pulled him over to the side of the road
Just like the time before and the time before that.
In Paterson that's just the way things go.
If you're black you might as well not show up on the street
'Less you wanna draw the heat.

Alfred Bello had a partner and he had a rap for the cops.
Him and Arthur Dexter Bradley were just out prowlin' around
He said, "I saw two men runnin' out, they looked like middleweights
They jumped into a white car with out-of-state plates."
And Miss Patty Valentine just nodded her head.
Cop said, "Wait a minute, boys, this one's not dead"
So they took him to the infirmary
And though this man could hardly see
They told him that he could identify the guilty men.

Four in the mornin' and they haul Rubin in,
Take him to the hospital and they bring him upstairs.
The wounded man looks up through his one dyin' eye
Says, "Wha'd you bring him in here for? He ain't the guy!"
Yes, here's the story of the Hurricane,
The man the authorities came to blame
For somethin' that he never done.
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world.

Four months later, the ghettos are in flame,
Rubin's in South America, fightin' for his name
While Arthur Dexter Bradley's still in the robbery game
And the cops are puttin' the screws to him, lookin' for somebody to blame.
"Remember that murder that happened in a bar?"
"Remember you said you saw the getaway car?"
"You think you'd like to play ball with the law?"
"Think it might-a been that fighter that you saw runnin' that night?"
"Don't forget that you are white."

Arthur Dexter Bradley said, "I'm really not sure."
Cops said, "A poor boy like you could use a break
We got you for the motel job and we're talkin' to your friend Bello
Now you don't wanta have to go back to jail, be a nice fellow.
You'll be doin' society a favor.
That sonofabitch is brave and gettin' braver.
We want to put his ass in stir
We want to pin this triple murder on him
He ain't no Gentleman Jim."

Rubin could take a man out with just one punch
But he never did like to talk about it all that much.
It's my work, he'd say, and I do it for pay
And when it's over I'd just as soon go on my way
Up to some paradise
Where the trout streams flow and the air is nice
And ride a horse along a trail.
But then they took him to the jail house
Where they try to turn a man into a mouse.

All of Rubin's cards were marked in advance
The trial was a pig-circus, he never had a chance.
The judge made Rubin's witnesses drunkards from the slums
To the white folks who watched he was a revolutionary bum
And to the black folks he was just a crazy nigger.
No one doubted that he pulled the trigger.
And though they could not produce the gun,
The D.A. said he was the one who did the deed
And the all-white jury agreed.

Rubin Carter was falsely tried.
The crime was murder "one," guess who testified?
Bello and Bradley and they both baldly lied
And the newspapers, they all went along for the ride.
How can the life of such a man
Be in the palm of some fool's hand?
To see him obviously framed
Couldn't help but make me feel ashamed to live in a land
Where justice is a game.

Now all the criminals in their coats and their ties
Are free to drink martinis and watch the sun rise
While Rubin sits like Buddha in a ten-foot cell
An innocent man in a living hell.
That's the story of the Hurricane,
But it won't be over till they clear his name
And give him back the time he's done.
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world.



Green Day - Jesus of Suburbia
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T2rlX0rF2oE
I. Jesus of Suburbia

I'm the son of rage and love
The Jesus of suburbia
From the bible of "none of the above"
On a steady diet of
Sodapop and Ritalin
No one ever died for my sins in hell
As far as I can tell
At least the ones I've gotten away with

But there's nothing wrong with me
This is how I'm supposed to be
In the land of make believe
That don't believe in me

Get my television fix
Sitting on my crucifix
The living room or my private womb
While the mom's & brad's are away
To fall in love and fall in debt
To alcohol and cigarettes and Mary Jane
To keep me insane and doing someone else's cocaine

But there's nothing wrong with me
This is how I'm supposed to be
In the land of make believe
That don't believe in me

II. City of the damned

At the centre of the earth
In the parking lot of the 7-11 where I was taught
The motto was just a lie
It says "home is where your heart is"
But what a shame
'Cause everyone's heart doesn't beat the same
It's beating out of time

City of the dead
At the end of another lost highway
Signs misleading to nowhere
City of the damned
Lost children with dirty faces today
No one really seems to care

I read the graffiti in the bathroom stall
Like the holy scriptures of a shopping mall
And so it seemed to confess
It didn't say much, but it only confirmed that
The centre of the earth is the end of the world
And I could really care less

City of the dead
At the end of another lost highway
Signs misleading to nowhere
City of the damned
Lost children with dirty faces today
No one really seems to care

III. I Don't Care

I don't care if you don't
I don't care if you don't
I don't care if you don't care (x4)
I don't care!

Everyone is so full of shit!
Born and raised by hypocrites
Hearts recycled but never saved
From the cradle straight to the grave
We are the kids of war and peace
From Anaheim to the Middle East
We are the stories and disciples of
The Jesus of suburbia!
Land of make believe
And it don't believe in me
Land of make believe
And it don't believe in me
And I don't care! (x5)

IV. Dearly Beloved

Dearly beloved, are you listening?
I can't remember all words that you were saying
Are we demented?
Or am I disturbed?
The space that's in-between insane and insecure
Oh therapy, can you please fill the void?
Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed?
Nobody's perfect and I stand accused
For lack of a better word and that's my best excuse

V. Tales of another broken home

To live and not to breathe
Is to die in tragedy
To run, to run away to find what to believe
And I leave behind this hurricane of fucking lies
I lost my faith to this, this town that don't exist
So I run, I run away
To the light of masochists
And I leave behind this hurricane of fucking lies
And I walked this line a million and one fucking times
But not this time

I don't feel any shame, I won't apologize
When there ain't nowhere you can go
Running away from pain when you've been victimized
Tales from another broken home
Yeah I'm leaving! (x3)
I am leaving home!



Wow, that's a long post.

Metallica - Nothing Else Matters

Guns N Roses - November Rain.
Metallica - One.