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Born Villain

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  1. Hey, Cruel World… 3:45
  2. No ReflectionVer letra 4:36

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    letra de No Reflection

    Oh, ah ah ah ah

    Oh, ah ah ah ah, oh



    Crushing, cheating, changing.

    Am I deaf or dead?

    Is this constricting construction

    Or just streets with rusty signs

    Of something violent coming?



    Oh, ah ah ah ah

    Oh, ah ah ah ah, oh



    This'll hurt you worse than me.

    I'm weak, seven days a week.

    Don't run from me. I won't

    Bother counting one, two, three...



    I don't know which me that I love.

    Got no reflection.

    I don't know which me that I love.

    Got no reflection.



    Show myself how to make a noose

    A gun's cliche, and a razor too

    I'm not a deathshare vacation, vacant station

    Made of scars and filled with my old wounds



    Oh, ah ah ah ah

    Oh, ah ah ah ah, oh



    This'll hurt you worse than me.

    I'm weak, seven days a week.

    Don't run from me. I won't

    Bother counting one, two, three...



    I don't know which me that I love.

    Got no reflection.

    I don't know which me that I love.

    Got no reflection.



    You don't even want to know what I'm gonna do to you.

    You don't even want to know what I'm gonna do to you.

    You don't even want to know what I'm gonna do to you.

    You don't even want to know what I'm gonna do to you.



    I don't know which me that I love.

    Got no reflection.

    I don't know which me that I love.

    Got no reflection.



    No Reflection.

    No Reflection.



    I've got no reflection.

  3. Pistol WhippedVer letra 4:11

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    letra de Pistol Whipped

    You look so pretty

    when you cry.

    Don’t wanna hit you

    but the only thing,

    between our love is

    (1) a bloody nose

    (2) a busted lip

    and

    (3) a blackened eye

    You look so pretty

    when you cry.

    Don’t wanna hit you

    but the only thing,

    between our love is

    (1) a bloody nose

    (2) a busted lip

    and

    (3) a blackened eye

    You’re a little pistol

    and I’m fucking pistol whipped

    You’re a little pistol

    and I’m fucking pistol whipped

    (cock, cock, cock it)

    When I undo my belt,

    you melt and you walk away

    with a red, red, red, red welt

    (or so they say)

    When I undo my belt,

    you melt and you walk away

    with a red, red, red, red welt

    (or so they say)

    You’re a little pistol

    and I’m fucking pistol whipped

    You’re a little pistol

    and I’m fucking pistol whipped

    I wanna have your ache

    and beat you too

    I wanna have your ache

    and beat you too

    I wanna have your ache

    and beat you too

    I wanna have your ache

    and beat you too

    You’re a little pistol

    and I’m fucking pistol whipped

    You’re a little pistol

    and I’m fucking pistol whipped

    (cock, cock, cock it)

  4. Overneath The Path Of MiseryVer letra 5:19

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    letra de Overneath The Path Of Misery

    “And all our yesterdays have lighted fools

    The way to dusty death.

    Out, out, brief candle!

    Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player,

    That struts and frets his hour upon the stage

    And then is heard no more. It is a tale

    Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,

    Signifying nothing.”

    [William Shakespeare]



    Stare into my Kodak Rome Jack hammer ice eyes

    Never thought you'd see the asphalt

    Crack crack crack like a black egg shell



    Don't ever say I never warned you from the start

    Don't ever say I never warned you from the start

    You're not a shovel, and I'm not your dirt



    Is there any way to unswallow my pride?

    Can I fuck myself down?

    Why die when you can kill the father,

    Dad is missing an 'E'

    Now Macbeth confessed Oedipus no longer present tense

    Now Macbeth confessed Oedipus no longer present tense



    No, no, no, no, no reason

    No, no, no, no, no reason

    No, no, no, no, no reason



    High and overneath

    High and overneath



    I won't regret letting you live

    Even if you forget or you never saved me from

    So I say whatever or for never



    For for for for for for never

    For for for for for for never

    For for for for for for never, whatever



    The rape of Persephone was choreographed by all the wrong Greeks

    The rape of Persephone was a marketing scheme



    Rape rape rape per so phony

    Rape rape rape per so phony

    Rape rape rape per so phony

    Rape rape rape per so phony



    High and overneath

    High and overneath



    Overneath

    Overneath

    Overblown

    Unbeloved

    Cannot be low



    From the top of my lungs

    To the bottom of my heart

    I scream

    At the chasm in between

    And the path of misery



    Overneath

    Overneath

    Overblown

    Unbeloved

    Cannot be low



    From the top of my lungs

    To the bottom of my heart

    I scream

    At the chasm in between

    And the path of misery



    High and overneath

    High and overneath



    No no no no no reason

    No no no no no reason

    No no no no no reason

  5. Slo-Mo-TionVer letra 4:24

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    letra de Slo-Mo-Tion

    You’ve got your

    Hell’s teeth

    smiling at you.

    It keeps your brain safe,

    as it all eats at your face…

    And don’t worry,

    we’ll ‘blur it out’

    and no one

    ever will know,

    oh

    no, oh oh oh

    This is my beautiful show

    and everything is shot

    in slo-motion

    This is my beautiful show

    and everything is shot

    in slo-motion

    SLO-MO-TION

    Pump in the laughter

    of dead-audience applause

    and TEENAGE RAPE candidates

    I think we got ourselves

    a ‘real hit’

    Don’t we wish

    that we could feel something

    more than

    hate and morbid panic

    morbid panic

    hate and morbid panic

    This is my beautiful show

    and everything is shot

    in slo-motion

    This is my beautiful show

    and everything is shot

    in slo-motion

    SLO-MO-TION

    I’m the host with Vaseline

    I hide behind bulletproof glass

    and I can feel your tits

    with my brand new camera

    (equipped with a flash)

    fast-food-nude

    I hate you all

    but somehow

    you find me…

    incredibly charming

    This is my beautiful show

    and everything is shot

    in slo-motion

    (incredibly charming)

    This is my beautiful show

    and everything is shot

    in slo-motion

    SLO-MO-TION

    (incredibly charming)

    SLO-MO-TION

    (incredibly charming)

    This is my beautiful show

    and everything is shot

    in slo-motion

  6. The GardenerVer letra 4:39

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    letra de The Gardener

    I’m not man enough to be human

    But I’m trying to fit in

    And I’m learning to fake it



    Don’t ever meet their friends

    It tells you too much

    Or not enough

    Or worse

    Exactly the wrong thing

    Every nuance

    Every detail

    Every movement

    Every smell

    Sound

    Phrase

    Inflection

    The way she laughs

    These are all the things that you obsessively fetishize

    Or make yourself grow to love

    Although you are supposed to be done growing

    She is still growing

    Its like a garden with two flowers

    One just blooming and casting a shadow

    Just like yours

    And then it becomes a struggle

    Of sunlight

    Or rain

    Or weeds



    She and every she

    Is doomed to be your idea of her

    She and every she

    Is doomed to be your idea of her



    I’m not man enough to be human

    But I’m trying to fit in

    And I’m learning to fa fa fake it



    But worse so,

    Back to the point

    You are no longer the flower

    And the sun

    And most importantly the garden

    Or the gardener

    A muse

    Your amusement

    I am used

    It's all ruined if you meet their friends



    She and every she

    Is doomed to be your idea of her

    She and every she

    Is doomed to be your idea of her



    I’m not man enough to be human

    But I’m trying to fit in

    And I’m learning to fa fa fa fake it

    Fa fa fa fa fake it

    Fa fa fa fa fake it

    Fa fa fa fa fake it

    Ffffffffffffffake it



    You never wanted

    To share

    Your concept of your creation

    With any other gods or worshippers



    Your book isn’t burned

    It was never written

    Your book isn’t burned

    It was never written



    I’m not man enough to be human

    But I’m trying to fit in

    And I’m learning to fa fa fa fake it

    Fa fa fa fa fake it

    Fa fa fa fa fake it

    Fa fa fa fa fake it

    Ffffffffffffffake it

  7. The Flowers Of EvilVer letra 5:20

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    letra de The Flowers Of Evil

    The day they covered us in the dirt

    like stars in the ground

    that will grow into dead flowers

    The day they covered us in the dirt

    like stars in the ground

    that will grow into dead flowers

    Your body’s on me

    like sleepless spiders.

    Your touch is so empty

    Your touch is so empty

    Your bodies on me like

    sleepless spiders.

    Your touch is so empty

    Your touch is so empty

    Your touch is so empty

    Your touch is so empty

    I’ve been running

    from the bloodless

    for fear of exile

    for all of my sorceries

    that shun the light

    I’ve been running

    from the bloodless

    for fear of exile

    for all of my sorceries

    that shun the light

    The day they covered us in the dirt

    like scars in the ground

    that will grow into dead flowers

    The day they covered us in the dirt

    like scars in the ground

    that will grow into dead flowers

    I’ve been running

    from the bloodless

    for fear of exile

    for all of my sorceries

    that shun the light

    I’ve been running

    from the bloodless

    for fear of exile

    for all of my sorceries

    that shun the light

    light

    light

    light

    light

  8. Children Of CainVer letra 5:18

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    letra de Children Of Cain

    Sacrifice won't suffice

    Resurrection needs your death

    To happen twice

    Fall on my heart

    And burn and forge

    Your tortured black-smitten

    Into the sharpest, fucking sword



    [x2:]

    Don't assume that I'm always with you

    It's just where my mortal body happens to be



    No Sineater to slay

    Us Children of Cain

    Watching monkey suicide,

    Sunday AIDS and church wine wash it away



    Christ consciousness

    Manifest to the Golden Ratio

    5 or 500 million years ago

    We were 15 foot high

    And to die

    Was a Bardot Bridge (t)

    We never thought we'd cross

    To burn down behind and below



    No Sineater to slay

    Us Children of Cain

    Watching monkey suicide,

    Sunday AIDS and church wine wash it away



    [x3:]

    Don't assume that I'm always with you

    It's just where my mortal body happens to be



    So take your little black book

    I see the way that you look in to it

    I'll eat it and I'll cut my tongue

    And all the pages you spread,

    Sweet as honey you said

    But I'm choking on your bitter stories



    No Sineater to slay

    Us Children of Cain

    Watching monkey suicide,

    Sunday AIDS and church wine wash it away [x3]

  9. DisengagedVer letra 3:25

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    letra de Disengaged

    And I could look into the

    crowded morgue of mistakes

    the sun stopped its smile

    and frowned on me too

    my re-built/re-mastered heart

    is smashed into its faces

    and its face is confused

    I cut my throat in two

    I said “sorry” to you,

    for being a fool

    but I didn’t want forgiveness.

    It was regret,

    not an apology

    it was regret

    regret

    regret

    Dis

    Dis

    Dis

    Disengaged

    Dis

    Dis

    Dis

    Disengaged

    you’re with me, against me

    but the only thing forever is hate

    I forget what i saw

    before and after that day

    I’d trade all I was worth

    to make myself in to

    the handsomest gun

    and put the diamond bullet

    into your

    404 ERROR face

    Dis

    Dis

    Dis

    Disengaged

    Dis

    Dis

    Dis

    Disengaged

    you’re with me, against me

    but the only thing forever is hate

    and I’m an event,

    everybody knows

    you decide if you can live

    or you decide to let someone

    decide for you

    Dis

    Dis

    Dis

    Disengaged

    Dis

    Dis

    Dis

    Disengaged

    you’re with me, against me

    but the only thing forever is hate

  10. Lay Down Your Goddamn ArmsVer letra 4:14

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    letra de Lay Down Your Goddamn Arms

    I'm not of this world

    You're not in this heart

    This isn't in me



    To open this box

    You can't shoot the lock

    I hide everything

    So you can't see



    Wanna fight?

    Wanna fuck?

    Wanna die?

    Try your luck...

    Lay down your goddamn arms

    Wanna fight?

    Wanna fuck?

    Wanna die?

    Try your luck...

    Lay down your goddamn arms



    There isn't a key,

    You can use on me

    There isn't a key,

    So lay down your arms

    Arms

    Arms



    You're a book

    Every page is written

    In words

    I cannot read

    So I burn

    Gotta burn

    Gotta burn

    Gotta burn it

    So I burn

    Gotta burn

    Gotta burn

    Gotta burn it



    Wanna fight?

    Wanna fuck?

    Wanna die?

    Try your luck...

    Lay down your goddamn arms

    Wanna fight?

    Wanna fuck?

    Wanna die?

    Try your luck...

    Lay down your goddamn arms



    There isn't a key,

    You can use on me

    There isn't a key,

    So lay down your arms

    There isn't a key,

    You can use on me

    There isn't a key,

    So lay down your arms

    Arms

    Arms

    So I burn

    Gotta burn

    Gotta burn

    Gotta burn it

  11. Murderers Are Getting Prettier Every DayVer letra 4:19

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    letra de Murderers Are Getting Prettier Every Day

    Do you always

    have to hire actors,

    to play the devils

    that talk me

    out of my

    sui-sites?

    You’re just

    a ring tone,

    that happens when

    you get sick enough

    to call the one

    with bullet holes,

    bullet holes for eyes

    Fall on your knees

    I hear the horrid voices

    of someone else’s angels

    Fall on your knees

    I hear the horrid voices

    of someone else’s angels

    I broken open the box

    when I spoke the spell

    and I became

    an entrance wound

    to your bedroom grave,

    and I was paid

    with the shadow of consensual rape

    Your ransom note

    is quoted by,

    your death and

    birth certificates

    and all of your love,

    and all of your love letters

    read just like my will

    Fall on your knees

    I hear the horrid voices

    of someone else’s angels

    Fall on your knees

    I hear the horrid voices

    of someone else’s angels

    I don’t have to see

    to know that murderers

    are getting prettier

    every day

    I don’t have to see

    to know that murderers

    are getting prettier

    every day

    Fall on your knees

    I hear the horrid voices

    of someone else’s angels

  12. Born VillainVer letra 5:26

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    letra de Born Villain

    Could give you a dozen

    Fresh,

    Cut,

    Pink, or red, or white

    I wonder if they knew what they

    Would grow to become



    I could give you a dozen

    Fresh,

    Cut,

    Pink, or red, or white

    I wonder if they knew what they

    Would grow to become



    Become become

    Become become

    Be be be become



    You'll have to cut it down

    And burn me into splinters

    Or I'll unwrap the string

    That was me

    Around your finger

    And I'll hang you in

    Your bedroom burial ground



    There is a taste for blood

    And it's something deep inside

    There is a taste for blood

    And it's deep inside



    Become become

    Become become

    Be be be become



    I don't ever want god

    To hear our screams

    And mistake them for prayers

    And you know I'm loaded

    But not which chamber

    Touch me and I'll go

    Click click click click click

    Click click click click click

    Click click click click click



    There is a taste for blood

    And it's something deep inside

    There is a taste for blood

    And it's deep inside



    Become become

    Become become

    Be be be become



    And you know I'm loaded

    But not which chamber

    Touch me and I'll go

    Click click click click click

    Click click click click click

    Click click click click click



    I'm born villain

    Don't pretend to be a victim

    I'm born villain

    Don't pretend to be a victim

    I'm born villain

    Don't pretend to be a victim

    I'm born villain

    Don't pretend to be a victim

  13. Breaking The Same Old GroundVer letra 4:27

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    letra de Breaking The Same Old Ground

    And then I found how to be what you want

    when I was out looking for something new

    Digging too deep

    and now it’s too late

    we just keep on

    breaking the same old ground

    So you think that I asked for this

    well, let me show you

    what I think of your lips

    And you think that I asked for this

    come on,

    use your fist

    And then I found how to be what you want

    when I was out looking for something new

    Digging too deep

    and now it’s too late

    we just keep on

    breaking the same old ground

    So you think that I asked for this

    well, let me show you

    what I think of your lips

    And you think that I asked for this

    come on,

    use your fist

    When I found how to be what you want

    I was out looking for something new

    digging too deep

    now it’s too late

    we just keep on

    breaking the same old ground

    breaking the same old ground

    shhhhhh…

    shhhhhh…

    I am owned by death

    and

    I’m in love with oblivion

    I am owned by death

    and

    I’m in love with oblivion

  14. You're So Vain 4:02

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