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Post by Dale The Great! on Dec 13, 2003 14:00:20 GMT -5
Between Angels And Insects
Band: Papa Roach
Album: Infest
There's no money, there's no possessions
Only obsessions, I don't need that shit
Take my money, take my obsession
I just want to be heard, loud and clear are my words
Comin' from within man, tell 'em what you heard
It's about a revolution in your heart and in your mind
You can't find the conclusion, life-styule and obsession
Diamond rings get you nothing but a life long lession
And your pocket-book stressin'
You're a slave to the system, working jobs that you hate
For that shit you don't need
It's too bad the world is based on greed
Step back and stop thingking about yourself
Start thingking about
There's no money, there's no possessions
Only obsession, I don't need that shit
Take my money, take my possessions
Take my obsession, I don't need that shit
Cause everything is nothing and emptiness is in everything
This reality is really just a fucked up dream
With the flesh and the blood that you call your soul
Flip ti inside out, it's a big black hole
Take your money, burn it up like an asteroid
Posssessions they are never gonna fill the void
Take it away and learn the best lession
The heart, the soul, the life, the passion
Present yourself press your clothes
Comb your hair and clock-in
You just can't win
Just can't win
The things you own, own you
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Post by Dale The Great! on Dec 13, 2003 14:00:39 GMT -5
Binge
Band: Papa Roach
Album: Infest
All I need is bottle and I don't need no friends
Now wallow in my pain, I swallow as I pretend
To act like I'm happy when I drink till no end
I'm losing all my friends, I'm losing in the end she says
Behave little boy, you better sit back down
Till you hold your ground
It's your turn to fight, you better sit back down
Till you hold your ground
When I'm sober, life bores me, so I get drunk again
I'm losing my friends, I'm losing in the end she says
You better sit back down, you better put that down
Put the bottle down, I am on a binge
I am on a binge, I wish things would change
Wished they'd rearrange, I'm on a binge
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Post by Dale The Great! on Dec 13, 2003 14:00:55 GMT -5
Blood Brothers
Band: Papa Roach
Album: Infest
Watch your back because the next man is coming
And you don't know if the next man is dumbin
Survival of the fittest waht it is
I got yo back, you got my back and that's the biz
Blood is rushing through my veins
I got the power channel the energy
And with my strength I will devour
Sickening thoughts are running through my head
That's when I realize I'm glad I'm not dead
Corruption and abuse, the salesman of our blood
For the public's craving, existence in the dark
It's our nature to destroy ourselves
It's our nature to kill ourselves
It's our nature to kill each other
It's in our nature to kill, kill, kill
It was a dream and then hit me, reality struck
And now my life is all shifty and it all moves fast
Clost to buck 50 and we all stand strong
In respect to the family in times of our insanity
And through the words of profanity
I describe our dysfunctional family
Blood Brothers keep it eally to the end
Deeper than the thoughts tha you think, not a trend
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Post by Dale The Great! on Dec 13, 2003 14:01:09 GMT -5
Broken Home
Band: Papa Roach
Album: Infest
I can't seem to fight these feelings
I'm caught in the middle of this
My wounds are not healing
I'm stuck in between my parents
I iwhs I had someone to talk to
Someone to confide in
I just want to know the truth
I just want to know the truth
Broken home
All alone
I know my father loves me
But does my father even care
If I'm sad or I'm angry
You were never ever there
When I needed you
I hope you regret what you did
I think I know the truth
Your father did the same to you
I'm crying day and night now
What is wrong with me
I cannot fight now
I feel like a weak link
Push it back inside
It feels bad to be alone
Crying by yourself, living in a broken home
How could I tell it so y'all could feel it
Depression strikes me hard like my old earth would tell it
To me, her son, she told me I'm the one
Pain bottled up about to blow like a gun
Stories that I tell are nonfiction
And you can't take it back casue it's already done
Broken home
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Post by Dale The Great! on Dec 13, 2003 14:01:27 GMT -5
Dead Cell
Band: Papa Roach
Album: Infest
Born with no soul, lack of control
Cut from the mold of the anti-socia
Plug them in and turn them on
Process data, make yourself the bomb
What is your target
What is your reason
Do you have emotions, is your heart freezing
Seizing this opportunity to speak
Ya didn't say nothin but turn your fucking cheek
Dead cell
Sick in the head, living but dead, hear what I said
Learn a lesson from the almighty dread
Jah nutty warrior, nothing's scarier
Kids are getting sick like malaria
Situation get harrier, throwing up all types of barriers
I'm tellin ya the kids are getting singled out
Let me hear the dead cells shout dead cell
Born with no soul
Lack of control
Cut from the mold of the anti-social
Plug them in and turn them on
Process the data
Make yourself the bome
Stop pointing fingers cause we are the guilty
Of clean cut lines and truth that's filthy
Believe what is the root of the word
Out comes lie when it's cut into thirds
I don't belive what my eyes behold, No
I don't believe what my ears are told, No
Sezin' this opportunity to speak
I'm saying something don't turn your fucking cheek
Dead cell
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Post by Dale The Great! on Dec 13, 2003 14:01:43 GMT -5
Infest
Band: Papa Roach
Album: Infest
Welcome to the original Papa Roach soundfire
Viva La Cucaracha
My name's Coby Dick
Mr. Dick if you're nasty
Rock a mic with a voice that's raspy
'Cause I'm poetic in my operations
My God given talent is to rock all nations
Infest, the theory of my first manifesto
Push ya wig back with my lyrical pistol
Blow now Papa Roach is on your mental
Banging like your head piece it's just that simple
Cock back and unleash with my physical
Wrap you in my thoughts and become indivisable
Centrifugal, forces individuals into my mind as we rock into ritual
You better do just what we say
And if you don't then you will pay
We're going to infest
We're getting in your head
What is wrong with the world today
The government the media or your family
Now that I got your attention
Did I forget to mention
All the brains we be infesting
Hope y'all people learn your lessons
Cause the game of life is crazy
Got all the people guessin'
What is wrong with the world today
The goverment, media, or your family
Would you cry if I did today
I think it be better if you did not say
First they shackle your feet
Then they stand you in a line
Then they beat you like meat
Then they grab you by your mind
We will infest
Die like the rest
People are the problem today
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Post by Dale The Great! on Dec 13, 2003 14:01:59 GMT -5
Last Resort
Band: Papa Roach
Album: Infest
Cut my life into pieces
I've reached my last resort, suffocation, no breathing
Don't give a fuck if I cut my arms bleeding
Do you even care if I die bleeding
Would it be wrong, would it be right
If I took my life tonight, chance are that I might
Mutilation out of sight and I'm contemplating suicide
Cause I'm losing my sight, losing my mind
Wish somebody would tell me I'm fine
Nothing's alright, nothing is fine
I'm running and I'm crying
I never realized I was spread too thin
Till it was too late and I was empty within
Hungry, feeding on chaos and living in sin
Downward spiral, where do I begin
It all started when I lost my mother
No love for myself and no love for another
Searching to find a love upon a higher level
Finding nothing but questions and devils
Cause I'm losing my sight, losing my mind
Wish somebody would tell me I'm fine
Nothing's alright, nothing is fine
I'm running and I'm crying
I can't go on living this way
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Post by Dale The Great! on Dec 13, 2003 14:02:21 GMT -5
Legacy
Band: Papa Roach
Album: Infest
Dead president fuck the president
mansons strive for power
while I work to save my residents
he owns you even though he never told you
mark of the beast on ya hand
now he owns you
thrown down to the bottom level
ruled by the fist and the fist is the devil
I metamorphosize and make myself level
we are the future we are right now right now
I'm taking a stab at the sick sick sick
I know what evil is and evil could suck my dick
like sam hain and god ain't no joke
ya better watch ya neck cause ya might get choked
I'm dodgin arrows from the dark side everyday
and I'm a main target cause of what I say
I'm dodgin arrows from the dark side everyday
you sink we swim we rise you fall we met our fate
together I was here from the start
and I'll be here in the end
legacy legacy legacy legacy
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Post by Dale The Great! on Dec 13, 2003 14:02:48 GMT -5
Never Enough
Band: Papa Roach
Album: Infest
Life's been sucked out of me
And this routine's killing me
I did it to myself, I did it to myself, I said it would not be
Somebody put me out of my misery
Expression, stimulation hallow sense of myself
I did it to myself again
Somebody put me in my place
Never enough
Do I deserve what I got
Now everything's OK, there's nothing wrong with me
This seems unnatural to me I'd say in every way
Someboy kick me in my place
I feel as if I'm running back to where I started
You ask what's wrong with me and I say nothing
Is everything OK? Is something with me
Pushing and pulling feelings eternal
My heart is yours I feel as if I'm running
Life will knock me down
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Post by Dale The Great! on Dec 13, 2003 14:03:04 GMT -5
Revenge
Band: Papa Roach
Album: Infest
Remember the girl
Abused with forks ,knoves and razorblades
She finally left him, she had enogh of her man's rage
Band-aids cover her scars, she left him bloodied
Beat his ass with a bat, face sunk like Silly Putty
Y'all can sit back so I can study
Destruction of the family design
And how the morals of society decline
Essentially is beats to rhymes like grapes to wine
It's alright we're in love
Can't live with or without
See, see she can't live with hime and can't live without him
Stress got her down, she needs to deal with her problems
While the drama gets deeper, I put on the reefer
She took the last step and sent his ass to the reaper
Chaos is what she saw in the mirror
Scared of herself and the power that was in her
It took over and weighed heavily on her shoulders
Militant insanity is now what controlled her
Kill it, before it reaches you
Missiles won't it's approaching the mainland
Waht if it reaches the metropolitan areas, cosmopolitan areas
Secure the lines, prepare for departure, calm, calm, calm
It is big business and seems to be advanicng underground
Because my style is underground
I'm green with my red eyes mad tint
Flee, flee, flee, rapido rapido
She feed plentiful, electrifying the nation
Don't you see that we are in danger
How will we stop it
She is attacking
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Post by Dale The Great! on Dec 13, 2003 14:03:22 GMT -5
Snakes
Band: Papa Roach
Album: Infest
I got a problem with the snakes that are crawling
Through my area when the darkness has fallen
Momma told me that they love to bite
They'll stab you in the back, no shame that's right
I keep my distance cause they're making me crazy
And stealing from me, you know those fuckers are lazy
My blood boils fat turns to oil
Step the fuck back, or you'll get buried in soil
Over drama, or you could sleep with the fishes
My clutches are tight and I'll take your last wishes
One for the money, two for your girl
Three for your life now I fucked up your world
Do you like how it feels to be bit
In the neck by a snake that kills
Do you know how it feels to be stabbed in the back
Then watch the blood spill
It's kinda funny how you're running your mouth man
You're caught in a lie and there's no way out, come on
Betray your friends and your peeps and your family
Living like a snake, living like a bloody thief
Check my speech cause it's deep like the sea
From me to y'all and then from y'all back to me
Danger, danger
I slay snakes like a ranger
Military style fears God, not a stranger
Now tell me whose crew slicker? Mine's sicker
Get on your knees be a dick licker
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Post by Dale The Great! on Dec 13, 2003 14:03:39 GMT -5
Thrown Away
Band: Papa Roach
Album: Infest
I kill the rhyme again, I'm comin' sick and on time again
Words manifest from deep inside where people hide
Within it, chemical unbalanced on the triple beam
Fuck what you heard, it's about what I ssen
I seen it happen, back hand brand to face smackin'
Definite disorder, now his mindset is blackened
The doctor say he's got the brain of a murderer
This rugged style steals your brian like a burglar
My heart is bleeding and this pain will not pass
It's not receding my body going numb
A bad trip child, rolling stoned, keeping high
He don't know what he's doing
He just keeps getting by
Go away, I want to be thrown away
Born sick, nothing in his hands but his dick
He couldn't handle shit
For the life he was leading, led him down the path
Where the guns blast, don't give a shit about the god's wrath
Don't tell 'em whats's proper
The situation unclear like gray
And I know it gets worse everyday
I am a mess, I've made a huge mess
I can't control myself, I'm losing it
I've split all my marbles
Cause I see you inside of me
Sometimes I want to be thrown away
A hyper spaz, and that is the way
Sometimes I want to be thrown away
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Post by Dale The Great! on Dec 13, 2003 14:03:55 GMT -5
Tightrope
Band: Papa Roach
Album: Infest
My words are weapons in which I murder you with
but please don't get scared
please do not turn your head
we are the future the 21st. Century
dyslexic glue sniffing cybersluts with homicidal minds and handguns
we are the same nothing nothing will change
we are the same will change
there is a thin line between what's good and what is evil
I will tiptoe down that line but I feel unstable
my life is a circus and I'm tripping down the tightrope
there's nothing left to save me now so i will not look down
and it happens again and again and again
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