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BLACKENED
Blackened is the end Winter it will send Throwing all you see Into obscurity Death of Mother Earth Never a rebirth Evolution's end Never will it mend Never Fire To begin whipping dance of the dead Blackened is the end To begin whipping dance of the dead Color our world blackened Blistering of earth Terminate its worth Deadly nicotine Kills what might've been Callous, frigid chill Nothing left to kill Never seen before Breathing nevermore Never Fire To begin whipping dance of the dead Blackened is the end To begin whipping dance of the dead Color our world blackened Blackened Opposition, contradiction, premonition, compromise Agitation, violation, mutilation, planet dies Darkest color Blistered earth True death of life Termination, expiration, cancellation, human race Expectation, liberation, population laid to waste See our mother Put to death See our mother die Smoldering decay Take her breath away Millions of our years In minutes disappears Darkening in vain Decadence remains All is said and done Never is the sun Never Fire To begin whipping dance of the dead Blackened is the end To begin whipping dance of the dead Fire Is the outcome of hypocrisy Darkest potency In the exit of humanity Color our world blackened Blackened
Words and Music by James Hetfield, Lars Ulrich and
Jason Newsted
Copyright © 1988 Creeping Death Music (ASCAP)
International Copyright Secured All Rights Reserved
...AND JUSTICE FOR ALL
Halls of justice painted green Money talking Power wolves beset your door Hear them stalking Soon you'll please their appetite They devour Hammer of justice crushes you Overpower The ultimate in vanity Exploiting their supremacy I can't believe the things you say I can't believe, I can't believe the price you pay Nothing can save you Justice is lost Justice is raped Justice is gone Pulling your strings Justice is done Seeking no truth Winning is all Find it so grim, so true, so real Apathy their stepping stone So unfeeling Hidden deep animosity So deceiving Through your eyes their light burns Hoping to find Inquisition sinking you With prying minds The ultimate in vanity Exploiting their supremacy I can't believe the things you say I can't believe, I can't believe the price you pay Nothing can save you Justice is lost Justice is raped Justice is gone Pulling your strings Justice is done Seeking no truth Winning is all Find it so grim, so true, so real Lady Justice has been raped Truth assassin Rolls of red tape seal your lips Now you're done in Their money tips her scales again Make your deal Just what is truth, I cannot tell Cannot feel The ultimate in vanity Exploiting their supremacy I can't believe the things you say I can't believe, I can't believe the price we pay Nothing can save us Justice is lost Justice is raped Justice is gone Pulling your strings Justice is done Seeking no truth Winning is all Find it so grim, so true, so real Seeking no truth Winning is all Find it so grim, so true, so real
Words and Music by James Hetfield, Lars Ulrich and
Kirk Hammett
Copyright © 1988 Creeping Death Music (ASCAP)
International Copyright Secured All Rights Reserved
EYE OF THE BEHOLDER
Do you see what I see? Truth is an offence Your silence for your confidence Do you hear what I hear? Doors are slamming shut Limit your imagination, keep you where they must Do you feel what I feel? Bittering distress Who decides what you express? Do you take what I take? Endurance is the word Moving back instead of forward seems to me absurd Doesn't matter what you see Or into it what you read You can do it your own way If it's done just how I say Independence limited Freedom of choice Choice is made for you, my friend Freedom of speech Speech is words that they will bend Freedom with their exception Do you fear what I fear? Living properly Truths to you are lies to me Do you choose what I choose? More alternatives Energy derives from both the plus and negative Do you need what I need? Boundaries overthrown Look inside, to each his own Do you trust what I trust? Me, myself, and I Penetrate the smoke screen, I see through the selfish lie Doesn't matter what you see Or into it what you read You can do it your own way If it's done just how I say Independence limited Freedom of choice Choice is made for you, my friend Freedom of speech Speech is words that they will bend Freedom with their exception Do you know what I know? Your money and your wealth Your silence just to hear yourself Do you want what I want? Desire not a thing I hunger after independence, lengthen freedom's ring Doesn't matter what you see Or into it what you read You can do it your own way If it's done just how I say Independence limited Freedom of choice Choice is made for you, my friend Freedom of speech Speech is words that they will bend Freedom no longer for you Doesn't matter what you see Or into it what you read You can do it your own way If it's done just how I say
Words and Music by James Hetfield, Lars Ulrich and
Kirk Hammett
Copyright © 1988 Creeping Death Music (ASCAP)
International Copyright Secured All Rights Reserved
ONE
I can't remember anything Can't tell if this is true or dream Deep down inside I feel to scream This terrible silence stops me Now that the war is through with me I'm waking up, I cannot see That there is not much left of me Nothing is real but pain now Hold my breath as I wish for death Oh please, God, wake me Back in the womb it's much too real In pumps life that I must feel But can't look forward to reveal Look to the time when I'll live Fed through the tube that sticks in me Just like a wartime novelty Tied to machines that make me be Cut this life off from me Hold my breath as I wish for death Oh please, God, wake me Now the world is gone, I'm just one Oh God, help me Hold my breath as I wish for death Oh please, God, help me Darkness imprisoning me All that I see Absolute horror I cannot live I cannot die Trapped in myself Body my holding cell Landmine has taken my sight Taken my speech Taken my hearing Taken my arms Taken my legs Taken my soul Left me with life in hell
Words and Music by James Hetfield and Lars
Ulrich
Copyright © 1988 Creeping Death Music (ASCAP)
International Copyright Secured All Rights Reserved
THE SHORTEST STRAW
Suspicion is your name Your honesty to blame Put dignity to shame Dishonor Witch-hunt modern day Determining decay The blatant disarray Disfigure The public eye's disgrace Defying common place Unending paper chase Unending Deafening Painstaking Reckoning This vertigo it doth bring Shortest straw Challenge liberty Downed by law Live in infamy Rub you raw Witch-hunt riding through Shortest straw The shortest straw has been pulled for you Pulled for you Shortest straw Pulled for you Shortest straw Pulled for you Shortest straw The shortest straw has been pulled for you The accusations fly Discrimination, why? Your inner self to die Intruding Doubt sunk itself in you Its teeth and talons through You're living Catch 2-2 Deluding A mass hysteria A megalomania Reveal dementia Reveal Secretly Silently Certainly In vertigo you will be Shortest straw Challenge liberty Downed by law Live in infamy Rub you raw Witch-hunt riding through Shortest straw This shortest straw has been pulled for you Pulled for you Shortest straw Pulled for you Shortest straw Pulled for you Shortest straw Shortest straw has been pulled for you Shortest straw Pulled for you Shortest straw Pulled for you Shortest straw Pulled for you Shortest straw Shortest straw has been pulled for you Behind you, hands are tied Your being, ostracized Your hell is multiplied Upending The fallout has begun Oppressive damage done Your many turned to none To nothing You're reaching your nadir Your will has disappeared The lie is crystal clear Defending Channels red One word said Blacklisted With vertigo make you dead Shortest straw Challenge liberty Downed by law Live in infamy Rub you raw Witch-hunt riding through Shortest straw The shortest straw has been pulled for you Pulled for you
Words and Music by James Hetfield and Lars
Ulrich
Copyright © 1988 Creeping Death Music (ASCAP)
International Copyright Secured All Rights Reserved
HARVESTER OF SORROW
My life suffocates Planting seeds of hate I've loved, turned to hate Trapped far beyond my fate I give, you take This life that I forsake Been cheated of my youth You turned this lie to truth Anger, misery You'll suffer unto me Harvester of sorrow Language of the mad Harvester of sorrow Pure black, looking clear My work is done soon here Try getting back to me Get back which used to be Drink up Shoot in Let the beatings begin Distributor of pain Your loss becomes my gain Anger Misery You'll suffer unto me Harvester of sorrow Language of the mad Harvester of sorrow All have said their prayers Invade their nightmares To see into my eyes You'll find where murder lies Infanticide Harvester of sorrow Language of the mad Harvester of sorrow Language of the mad Harvester of sorrow
Words and Music by James Hetfield and Lars
Ulrich
Copyright © 1988 Creeping Death Music (ASCAP)
International Copyright Secured All Rights Reserved
THE FRAYED ENDS OF SANITY
Never hunger Never prosper I have fallen prey to failure Struggle within Triggered again Now the candle burns at both ends Twisting under schizophrenia Falling deep into dementia Old habits reappear Fighting the fear of fear Growing conspiracy Everyone's after me Frayed ends of sanity Hear them calling Hear them calling me Birth of terror Death of much more I'm the slave of fear, my captor Never warnings Spreading its wings As I wait for the horror she brings Loss of interest, question, wonder Waves of fear they pull me under Old habits reappear Fighting the fear of fear Growing conspiracy Everyone's after me Frayed ends of sanity Hear them calling Hear them calling me Into ruin I am sinking Hostage of this nameless feeling Hell is set free Flooded I'll be Feel the undertow inside me Height, hell, time, haste, terror, tension Life, death, want, waste, mass depression Old habits reappear Fighting the fear of fear Growing conspiracy Myself is after me Frayed ends of sanity Hear them calling Frayed ends of sanity Hear them calling Hear them calling me
Words and Music by James Hetfield, Lars Ulrich and
Kirk Hammett
Copyright © 1988 Creeping Death Music (ASCAP)
International Copyright Secured All Rights Reserved
TO LIVE IS TO DIE
When a man lies He murders some part of the world These are the pale deaths which men miscall their lives All this I cannot bear to witness any longer Cannot the kingdom of salvation take me home?
Words and Music by James Hetfield, Lars Ulrich and
Cliff Burton
Copyright © 1988 Creeping Death Music (ASCAP)
International Copyright Secured All Rights Reserved
DYERS EVE
Dear Mother Dear Father What is this hell you have put me through? Believer Deceiver Day in, day out, live my life through you Pushed onto me what's wrong or right Hidden from this thing that they call “life” Dear Mother Dear Father Every thought I'd think you'd disapprove Curator Dictator Always censoring my every move Children are seen but are not heard Tear out everything inspired Innocence Torn from me without your shelter Barred reality I'm living blindly Dear Mother Dear Father Time has frozen still what's left to be Hear nothing Say nothing Cannot face the fact I think for me No guarantee, it's life as-is But damn you for not giving me my chance Dear Mother Dear Father You've clipped my wings before I learned to fly Unspoiled Unspoken I've outgrown that fucking lullaby Same thing I've always heard from you, “Do as I say, not as I do” Innocence Torn from me without your shelter Barred reality I'm living blindly I'm in hell without you Cannot cope without you two Shocked at the world that I see Innocent victim, please rescue me Dear Mother Dear Father Hidden in your world you've made for me I'm seething I'm bleeding Ripping wounds in me that never heal Undying spite I feel for you Living out this hell you always knew
Words and Music by James Hetfield, Lars Ulrich and
Kirk Hammett
Copyright © 1988 Creeping Death Music (ASCAP)
International Copyright Secured All Rights Reserved