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BATTERY

   Lashing out the action, returning the reaction
   Weak are ripped and torn away
   Hypnotizing power, crushing all that cower
   Battery is here to stay

   Smashing through the boundaries, lunacy has found me
   Cannot stop the battery
   Pounding out aggression turns into obsession
   Cannot kill the battery
   Cannot kill the family, battery is found in me

   Battery

   Crushing all deceivers, mashing non-believers
   Never-ending potency
   Hungry violence-seeker feeding off the weaker
   Breeding on insanity

   Smashing through the boundaries, lunacy has found me
   Cannot stop the battery
   Pounding out aggression turns into obsession
   Cannot kill the battery
   Cannot kill the family, battery is found in me

   Battery
   Battery

   Circle of destruction, hammer comes crushing
   Powerhouse of energy
   Whipping up a fury, dominating flurry
   We create the battery

   Smashing through the boundaries, lunacy has found me
   Cannot stop the battery
   Pounding out aggression turns into obsession
   Cannot kill the battery
   Cannot kill the family, battery is found in me

   Battery
  

Words and Music by James Hetfield and Lars Ulrich
Copyright © 1986 Creeping Death Music (ASCAP)
International Copyright Secured All Rights Reserved

MASTER OF PUPPETS

   End of passion play, crumbling away
   I'm your source of self-destruction
   Veins that pump with fear, sucking darkest clear
   Leading on your death's construction

   Taste me, you will see
   More is all you need
   You're dedicated to
   How I'm killing you

   Come crawling faster
   Obey your master
   Your life burns faster
   Obey your master
   Master

   Master of puppets, I'm pulling your strings
   Twisting your mind and smashing your dreams
   Blinded by me, you can't see a thing
   Just call my name, 'cause I'll hear you scream
   Master
   Master
   Just call my name, 'cause I'll hear you scream
   Master
   Master

   Needlework the way, never you betray
   Life of death becoming clearer
   Pain monopoly, ritual misery
   Chop your breakfast on a mirror

   Taste me you will see
   More is all you need
   You're dedicated to
   How I'm killing you

   Come crawling faster
   Obey your master
   Your life burns faster
   Obey your master
   Master

   Master of puppets, I'm pulling your strings
   Twisting your mind and smashing your dreams
   Blinded by me, you can't see a thing
   Just call my name, 'cause I'll hear you scream
   Master
   Master
   Just call my name, 'cause I'll hear you scream
   Master
   Master

   Master, master
   Where's the dreams that I've been after?
   Master, master
   You promised only lies
   Laughter, laughter
   All I hear and see is laughter
   Laughter, laughter
   Laughing at my cries
   Fix me

   Hell is worth all that, natural habitat
   Just a rhyme without a reason
   Never-ending maze, drift on numbered days
   Now your life is out of season

   I will occupy
   I will help you die
   I will run through you
   Now I rule you, too

   Come crawling faster
   Obey your master
   Your life burns faster
   Obey your master
   Master

   Master of puppets, I'm pulling your strings
   Twisting your mind and smashing your dreams
   Blinded by me, you can't see a thing
   Just call my name, 'cause I'll hear you scream
   Master
   Master
   Just call my name, 'cause I'll hear you scream
   Master
   Master
  

Words and Music by James Hetfield, Lars Ulrich, Kirk Hammett and Cliff Burton
Copyright © 1986 Creeping Death Music (ASCAP)
International Copyright Secured All Rights Reserved

THE THING THAT SHOULD NOT BE

   Messenger of fear in sight
   Dark deception kills the light

   Hybrid children watch the sea
   Pray for father, roaming free

   Fearless wretch
   Insanity
   He watches
   Lurking beneath the sea
   Great old one
   Forbidden site
   He searches
   Hunter of the shadows is rising
   Immortal
   In madness you dwell

   Crawling chaos underground
   Cult has summoned twisted sound

   Out from ruins once possessed
   Fallen city, living death

   Fearless wretch
   Insanity
   He watches
   Lurking beneath the sea
   Timeless sleep
   Has been upset
   He awakens
   Hunter of the shadows is rising
   Immortal
   In madness you dwell
   In madness you dwell

   Not dead which eternal lie
   Stranger eons, death may die

   Drain you of your sanity
   Face the thing that should not be

   Fearless wretch
   Insanity
   He watches
   Lurking beneath the sea
   Great old one
   Forbidden site
   He searches
   Hunter of the shadows is rising
   Immortal
   In madness you dwell
  

Words and Music by James Hetfield, Lars Ulrich and Kirk Hammett
Copyright © 1986 Creeping Death Music (ASCAP)
International Copyright Secured All Rights Reserved

WELCOME HOME (SANITARIUM)

   Welcome to where time stands still
   No one leaves and no one will
   Moon is full, never seems to change
   Just labeled mentally deranged
   Dream the same thing every night
   I see our freedom in my sight
   No locked doors, no windows barred
   No things to make my brain seem scarred

   Sleep, my friend, and you will see
   That dream is my reality
   They keep me locked up in this cage
   Can't they see it's why my brain says “rage”

   Sanitarium, leave me be
   Sanitarium, just leave me alone

   Build my fear of what's out there
   Cannot breathe the open air
   Whisper things into my brain
   Assuring me that I'm insane
   They think our heads are in their hands
   But violent use brings violent plans
   Keep him tied, it makes him well
   He's getting better, can't you tell?

   No more can they keep us in
   Listen, damn it, we will win
   They see it right, they see it well
   But they think this saves us from our hell

   Sanitarium, leave me be
   Sanitarium, just leave me alone
   Sanitarium, just leave me alone

   Fear of living on
   Natives getting restless now
   Mutiny in the air
   Got some death to do
   Mirror stares back hard
   “Kill,” it's such a friendly word
   Seems the only way
   For reaching out again
  

Words and Music by James Hetfield, Lars Ulrich and Kirk Hammett
Copyright © 1986 Creeping Death Music (ASCAP)
International Copyright Secured All Rights Reserved

DISPOSABLE HEROES

   Bodies fill the fields I see, hungry heroes end
   No one to play soldier now, no one to pretend
   Running blind through killing fields, bred to kill them all
   Victim of what said should be, a servant till I fall

   Soldier boy, made of clay
   Now an empty shell
   Twenty-one, only son
   But he served us well
   Bred to kill, not to care
   Do just as we say
   Finished here. Greetings, Death,
   He's yours to take away

   Back to the front
   You will do what I say, when I say
   Back to the front
   You will die when I say, you must die
   Back to the front
   You coward, you servant, you blind man

   Barking of machine-gun fire does nothing to me now
   Sounding of the clock that ticks, get used to it somehow
   More a man, more stripes you wear, glory-seeker trends
   Bodies fill the fields I see
   The slaughter never ends

   Soldier boy, made of clay
   Now an empty shell
   Twenty-one, only son
   But he served us well
   Bred to kill, not to care
   Do just as we say
   Finished here. Greetings, Death,
   He's yours to take away

   Back to the front
   You will do what I say, when I say
   Back to the front
   You will die when I say, you must die
   Back to the front
   You coward, you servant, you blind man

   Why am I dying?
   Kill, have no fear
   Lie, live off lying
   Hell, hell is here

   I was born for dying

   Life planned out before my birth, nothing could I say
   Had no chance to see myself, molded day by day
   Looking back I realize, nothing have I done
   Left to die with only friend
   Alone I clench my gun

   Soldier boy, made of clay
   Now an empty shell
   Twenty-one, only son
   But he served us well
   Bred to kill, not to care
   Just do as we say
   Finished here. Greetings, Death,
   He's yours to take away

   Back to the front
   You will do what I say, when I say
   Back to the front
   You will die when I say, you must die
   Back to the front
   You coward, you servant, you blind man

   Back to the front
  

Words and Music by James Hetfield, Lars Ulrich and Kirk Hammett
Copyright © 1986 Creeping Death Music (ASCAP)
International Copyright Secured All Rights Reserved

LEPER MESSIAH

   Spineless from the start
   Sucked into the part
   Circus comes to town
   You play the lead clown

   Please, please
   Spreading his disease, living by his story
   Knees, knees
   Falling to your knees, suffer for his glory
   You will

   Time for lust, time for lie
   Time to kiss your life goodbye
   Send me money, send me green, heaven you will meet
   Make a contribution and you'll get the better seat

   Bow to Leper Messiah

   Marvel at his tricks
   Need your Sunday fix
   Blind devotion came
   Rotting your brain

   Chain, chain
   Join the endless chain, taken by his glamour
   Fame, fame
   Infection is the game, stinking drunk with power
   We see

   Time for lust, time for lie
   Time to kiss your life goodbye
   Send me money, send me green, heaven you will meet
   Make a contribution and you'll get the better seat

   Bow to Leper Messiah

   Witchery, weakening
   Sees the sheep are gathering
   Set the trap, hypnotize
   Now you follow

   Time for lust, time for lie
   Time to kiss your life goodbye
   Send me money, send me green, heaven you will meet
   Make a contribution and you'll get the better seat

   Lie
  

Words and Music by James Hetfield and Lars Ulrich
Copyright © 1986 Creeping Death Music (ASCAP)
International Copyright Secured All Rights Reserved

DAMAGE, INC.

   Dealing out the agony within
   Charging hard and no one's gonna give in
   Living on your knees, conformity
   Or dying on your feet for honesty
   Inbred, our bodies work as one
   Bloody, but never cry submission
   Following our instinct, not a trend
   Go against the grain until the end

   Blood will follow blood
   Dying time is here
   Damage, Incorporated

   Slamming through, don't fuck with razorback
   Stepping out? You'll feel our hell on your back
   Blood follows blood and we make sure
   Life ain't for you and we're
   the cure
   Honesty is my only excuse
   Try to rob us of it, but it's no use
   Steamroller action crushing all
   Victim is your name and you shall fall

   Blood will follow blood
   Dying time is here
   Damage, Incorporated

   We chew and spit you out
   We laugh, you scream and shout
   All flee, with fear you run
   You'll know just where we come from
   Damage, Incorporated

   Damage jackals ripping right through you
   Sight and smell of this, it gets me going
   Know just how to get just what we want
   Tear it from your soul in nightly hunt
   Fuck it all and fucking no regrets
   Never happy endings on these dark sets
   All's fair for Damage, Inc. you see
   Step a little closer, if you please

   Blood will follow blood
   Dying time is here
   Damage, Incorporated
  

Words and Music by James Hetfield, Lars Ulrich, Kirk Hammett and Cliff Burton
Copyright © 1986 Creeping Death Music (ASCAP)
International Copyright Secured All Rights Reserved



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