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  • #46
    The Intense Humming Of Evil - Manic Street Preachers

    You were what you were
    Clean cut, unbecoming
    Recreation for the masses
    You always mistook fists for flowers

    Welcome welcome soldier smiling
    Funeral march for agony's last edge

    Six million screaming souls
    Maybe misery - maybe nothing at all
    Lives that wouldn't have changed a thing
    Never counted - never mattered - never be

    Arbeit macht frei
    Transports of invalids
    Hartheim Castle breathes us in
    In block five we worship malaria

    Lagerstrasse, poplar trees
    Beauty lost, dignity gone
    Rascher surveys us butcher bacteria

    Welcome welcome soldier smiling
    Soon infected, nails broken hunger's a word

    Six million screaming souls
    Maybe misery - maybe nothing at all
    Lives that wouldn't have changed a thing
    Never counted - never mattered - never be

    Drink it away, every tear is false
    Churchill no different
    Wish the workers bled to a machine
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    • #47
      Sonata Arctica, "Paid In Full"

      OK, as promised, here's some Sonata Arctica...
      "Paid In Full" by Sonata Arctica

      I was nowhere near ready when all it ended
      So I hoped we could find a new day,
      cannot live without you

      You gave me the chance, time and again, in vain
      Now my feelings for you, every tear, every smile, paid in full
      Break the chain, but no longer can I take the pain

      It's hard for me to love myself right now,
      I've waited, hated, blamed it all on you

      Needed to be strong, yet I was always too weak
      So I can only blame myself for this state we are in
      I will take what you have for me now, it's not too late
      Did you change? I did too. Love can grow from the last grain

      It's hard for me to love myself right now
      I've waited, hated, blamed it all on...

      You...
      I need you... less and less...
      Every day feeds this moral decay
      Yet I have grown to love you even more

      I fall back, and I turn another cheek
      You mouth the words you're not ready to speak
      You're scared of me now; no I never had a clue
      that I'd become so much stronger than you

      I will take what you have for me now, if it's not too late

      If you like, I will leave; I will not miss the last train again

      It's hard for me to love myself right now
      I've waited, hated, blamed it all on you...

      It's hard for me to love your face right now
      I'm waiting, hating, needing being
      me...
      I need you... less and less...
      Every day leads us farther away...
      from that moment

      It's hard for me to hate myself right now
      Finally I'm understanding me
      One day we may have all new me's and you's
      But first I need to learn to love me too...
      Last edited by Jack T. Chance; 09-30-2009, 03:52 PM.
      "Eventually one outgrows the fairy tales of childhood, belief in Santa and the Easter Bunny, and believing that SCs are even capable of imagining themselves in our position."
      --StanFlouride

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      • #48
        Manic Street Preachers have loads of lyrics for dark side. xD

        Yes - Manic Street Preachers

        For sale? Dumb cunts same dumb questions
        Virgin? Listen, all virgins are liars, honey
        And I don't know what I'm scared of or what I even enjoy
        Dulling, get money, but nothing turns out like you want it to

        And in these plagued streets of pity you can buy anything
        For 200 anyone can conceive a God on video
        He's a boy, you want a girl so tear off his cock
        Tie his hair in bunches, fuck him, call him Rita if you want

        I eat and I dress and I wash and I still can say thank you
        Puking - shaking - sinking I still stand for old ladies
        Can't shout, can't scream, hurt myself to get pain out

        I 'T' them, 24:7, all year long
        Purgatory's circle, drowning here, someone will always say yes
        Funny place for the social, for the insects to start caring
        Just an ambulance at the bottom of a cliff

        And in these plagued streets of pity you can buy anything
        For 200 anyone can conceive a God on video
        He's a boy, you want a girl so tear off his cock
        Tie his hair in bunches, fuck him, call him Rita if you want, if you want

        I eat and I dress and I wash and I still can say thank you
        Puking - shaking - sinking I still stand for old ladies
        Can't shout, can't scream, hurt myself to get pain out

        Power produces desire, the weak have none
        There's no lust in this coma even for a fifty
        Solitude, solitude, the 11th commandment

        The only certain thing that is left about me
        There's no part of my body that has not been used
        Pity or pain, to show displeasure's shame
        Everyone I've loved or hated always seems to leave

        And in these plagued streets of pity you can buy anything
        For 200 anyone can conceive a God on video
        He's a boy, you want a girl so tear off his cock
        Tie his hair in bunches, fuck him, call him Rita if you want, if you want

        Power produces desire, the weak have none
        There's no lust in this coma even for a fifty
        Solitude, solitude, the 11th commandment

        Don't hurt, just obey, lie down, do as they say
        May as well be heaven this hell, smells the same
        These sunless afternoons I can't find myself
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        • #49
          Very good song by Metallica

          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 Can Not See
          That There's 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 its 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

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          • #50
            The Nobodies - Marilyn Manson

            Today I'm dirty
            I want to to be pretty
            Tomorrow I know, I'm just dirt
            Today I'm dirty
            I want to to be pretty
            Tomorrow I know, I'm just dirt

            We are the nobodies
            Wanna be somebodies
            When we're dead, they'll know just who we are
            We are the nobodies
            Wanna be somebodies
            When we're dead, they'll know just who we are

            Yesterday I was dirty
            Wanted to be pretty
            I know now that I'm forever dirt
            Yesterday I was dirty
            Wanted to be pretty
            I know now that I'm forever dirt

            We are the nobodies
            Wanna be somebodies
            When we're dead, they'll know just who we are
            We are the nobodies
            Wanna be somebodies
            When we're dead, they'll know just who we are

            Some children died the other day
            We feed machines and then we pray
            puked up and down in morbid faith
            You should have seen the ratings that day
            Some children died the other day
            We fed machines and then we prayed
            puked up and down in morbid faith
            You should have seen the ratings that day

            We are the nobodies
            Wanna be somebodies
            When we're dead, they'll know just who we are
            We are the nobodies
            Wanna be somebodies
            When we're dead, they'll know just who we are
            We are the nobodies
            Wanna be somebodies
            when we're dead, they'll know just who we are
            We are the nobodies
            Wanna be somebodies
            When we're dead, they'll know just who we are
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            • #51
              Clem Snide--Something Beautiful

              You make me wanna
              Stumble on pillows
              Skin both my knees
              You make me wanna
              Put you inside my mouth so i can't say please

              You make me wanna
              Soak it in gasoline
              Stain my new shirt
              You make me wanna
              Sip lysol from a cup
              So clean it hurts

              You make me wanna break
              Break
              Something beautiful

              You make me wanna
              Fold the map improperly
              Locked in a stall
              You make me wanna
              Not turn the wipers on when
              Rain starts to fall

              You make me wanna
              Smoke every cigarette
              That's ever been made
              You make me wanna
              Make the rules up as i go
              So no one can play

              you make me wanna break
              Break
              Something beautiful

              You make me wanna
              Drink from the deepest well
              Build towers of steel
              You make me wanna
              Cut down a million trees
              Spin fiery wheels

              You make me wanna
              Block out the moonlight
              Turn off the sun
              You make me wanna
              Fire off my cannon balls
              Make the natives run

              You make me wanna break
              Break
              Break
              Break
              Something beautiful
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              • #52
                Get Your Gunn - Marilyn Manson

                (God damn your righteous hand)

                I eat innocent meat
                The housewife I will beat
                The prolife I will kill
                What you won't do I will

                I bash myself to sleep
                What you sow I will reap
                I scar myself you see
                I wish I wasn't me

                I am the little stick
                You stir me into shit
                I hate therefore I am
                Goddamn your righteous hand

                God damn (hoo, Lord...)
                God damn (hoo, Lord...)
                God damn (hoo, Lord...)
                God damn (hoo, Lord...)

                Pseudo-morals work real well
                On the talk shows for the weak
                selective judgement, good-guy badges
                Don't mean a fuck to me

                I throw a little fit
                I slit my teenage wrist
                most I can learn
                Is records that you burn

                Get your gunn
                Get your gunn
                Get your gunn
                Get your gunn

                Pseudo-morals work real well
                On the talk shows for the weak
                selective judgement, goodguy badges
                Don't mean a fuck to me

                Pseudo-morals work real well
                on the talk shows for the weak
                selective judgement, good-guy badges
                don't mean a fuck to me

                I am the VHS
                Record me with your fist
                Want me to save the world
                I'm just a little girl

                Pseudo-morals work real well
                On the talk shows for the weak
                selective judgement, good-guy badges
                Don't mean a fuck to me

                Pseudo-morals work real well
                on the talk shows for the weak
                selective judgement, good-guy badges
                don't mean a fuck to me

                Get your gunn
                Get your gunn
                Get your gunn
                Get your gunn

                Get!

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                • #53
                  If I were ever lucky enough to be in a heavy metal band, this is most likely the song I would cover to end every show with. At first, you may ask why this is in the Dark Side Edition. All will become clear once you get to the second verse.
                  "Intro" by Staind

                  Thank you to the people in my life,
                  for putting up with me
                  And thank you for the times you sacrificed,
                  all on account of me

                  For all the times I didn't say!
                  The times I didn't say
                  For all the times I didn't say!
                  The times I didn't say

                  Fuck you to the jaded and the fake!
                  I'd like to see what you would do
                  Fuck you and the judgments that you make
                  We're not all perfect just like you,
                  like you, like you

                  For all the times I didn't say!
                  The times I didn't say
                  For all the times I didn't say!
                  The times I didn't say

                  The times I didn't say
                  The times I didn't say

                  Thank you to the people in my life,
                  for putting up with me
                  "Eventually one outgrows the fairy tales of childhood, belief in Santa and the Easter Bunny, and believing that SCs are even capable of imagining themselves in our position."
                  --StanFlouride

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                  • #54
                    Inside - Stiltskin

                    Swing low in a dark glass hour
                    You turn and cower
                    See it turn to dust

                    Move on a stone dark night
                    We take to flight
                    Snowfall turns to rust

                    Seam in a fusing mine
                    Like a nursing rhyme
                    Fat man starts to fall

                    Year in a hostile place
                    I hear your face
                    Start to call

                    And if you think that I've been losing my way
                    That's because I'm slightly blinded,
                    And if you think that I don't make too much sense
                    That's because I'm broken minded
                    Don't keep it...
                    Inside
                    If you believe it
                    Don't keep it all inside

                    Strong words in a ganges sky
                    I have to lie
                    Shadows move in pairs

                    Ring out from the bruised postcard
                    In the shooting yard
                    Looking through the tears

                    Out on the black slate time
                    We move in line
                    But never reach an end

                    Fall in a long stray town
                    As the ice comes down
                    Rivers start to bend

                    And if you think that I've been losing my way
                    That's because I'm slightly blinded,
                    And if you think that I don't make too much sense
                    That's because I'm broken minded
                    Don't keep it...
                    Inside
                    If you believe it
                    Don't keep it all inside
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                    • #55
                      "Arriving Somewhere But Not Here" - Porcupine Tree, from the album "Deadwing"

                      Never stop the car on a drive in the dark
                      Never look for the truth in your mother's eyes
                      Never trust the sound of rain upon a river
                      Rushing through your ears

                      Arriving somewhere but not here

                      Did you imagine the final sound as a gun?
                      Or the smashing windscreen of a car?
                      Did you ever imagine the last thing you'd hear as you're fading out was a song?

                      All my designs, simplified
                      And all of my plans, compromised
                      All of my dreams, sacrificed

                      Ever had the feeling you've been here before?
                      Drinking down the poison the way you were taught
                      Every thought from here on in your life begins
                      And all you knew was wrong?

                      Did you see the red mist block your path?
                      Did the scissors cut a way to your heart?
                      Did you feel the envy for the sons of mothers tearing you apart?
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                      • #56
                        My Friend Of Misery - Metallica

                        You just stood there screaming
                        Fearing no one was listening to you
                        They say the empty can rattles the most
                        The sound of your own voice must soothe you
                        Hearing only what you want to hear
                        And knowing only what you've heard
                        You, you're smothered in tragedy
                        And you're out to save the world

                        Misery
                        You insist that the weight of the world
                        Should be on your shoulders
                        Misery
                        There's much more to life than what you see
                        My friend of misery

                        You still stood there screaming
                        No-one caring about these words you tell
                        My friend before your voice is gone
                        One man's fun is another's hell
                        These times are said to try men's souls
                        But something's wrong with all you see
                        You, you'll take it on all yourself
                        Remember, misery loves company

                        Misery
                        You insist that the weight of the world
                        Should be on your shoulders
                        Misery
                        There's much more to life than what you see
                        My friend of misery

                        You just stood there screaming
                        My friend of misery

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                        • #57
                          Hey, just posted this in the Song Name game!

                          No Leaf Clover - Metallica

                          Then it comes to be that the soothing light at the end of your tunnel
                          Is just a freight train coming your way
                          "We were put on this Earth to fart around, and don't let anyone ever tell you otherwise." -Kurt Vonnegut

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                          • #58
                            Mandatory Metallica!!! \m/

                            Here's a couple more of my favorites from Metallica, classics from back when they were still AWESOME!
                            "Welcome Home (Sanitarium)" by Metallica

                            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

                            Built 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
                            "...And Justice For All" by Metallica

                            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
                            "Eventually one outgrows the fairy tales of childhood, belief in Santa and the Easter Bunny, and believing that SCs are even capable of imagining themselves in our position."
                            --StanFlouride

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                            • #59
                              "The Way I Am" by Staind

                              I'm not really good at just paying attention
                              I'm not very good at remembering things that you say
                              I'm not very good at pursuing redemption
                              I'm not very good at concealing the hand that I play

                              It's the way I am, you'll never change
                              The way I am, or rearrange
                              The way I am, just let me be
                              The way I am, it's the way I am

                              I'm not really sure of the coming attractions
                              I'm not really sure of illusions we read on the wall
                              I'm not really sure of the preaching we practice
                              I'm not really sure if we'll notice it before we fall

                              It's the way I am, you'll never change
                              The way I am, or rearrange
                              The way I am, just let me be
                              The way I am, it's the way I am

                              Not very good at just paying attention
                              I'm not very good at remembering things
                              I'm not very good at pursuing redemption
                              I'm not very good at concealing the hand that I play
                              when I'm trying so hard just to beat you
                              I'm not really good at controlling my fate
                              I'm not really good at controlling my anger
                              I'm not really good at subduing my hate
                              I'm not really good
                              I'm not really good
                              I'm not really good

                              It's the way I am, you'll never change
                              The way I am, or rearrange
                              The way I am, just let me be
                              The way I am, it's the way I am
                              A very powerful little song about maintaining your uniqueness and individuality in a world that constantly pressures us to conform, and wants us to become one of the mindless sheep blindly following the rest of the herd. This is why I love Staind, Aaron Lewis and company are very much like me in the way that they think.
                              "Eventually one outgrows the fairy tales of childhood, belief in Santa and the Easter Bunny, and believing that SCs are even capable of imagining themselves in our position."
                              --StanFlouride

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                              • #60
                                Boulevard Of Broken Dreams - Green Day

                                I walk a lonely road
                                The only one that I have ever known
                                Don't know where it goes
                                But It's home to me and I walk alone

                                I walk this empty street
                                On the Boulevard of broken dreams
                                When the city sleeps
                                And I'm the only one and I walk alone

                                I walk alone
                                I walk alone

                                I walk alone
                                I walk a...

                                My shadow's th' only one that walks beside me
                                My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating
                                Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
                                Till then I walk alone

                                Ah-Ah Ah-Ah Ah-Ah Ahhh-Ah
                                Ah-Ah Ah-Ah Ah-Ah

                                I'm walking down the line
                                That divides me somewhere in my mind
                                On the border line of the edge
                                And where I walk alone

                                Read between the lines
                                What's fucked up and every thing's all right
                                Check my vital signs to know I'm still alive
                                And I walk alone

                                I walk alone
                                I walk alone

                                I walk alone
                                I walk a...

                                My shadow's th' only one that walks beside me
                                My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating
                                Sometimes I wish a someone out there will find me
                                Till then I walk alone

                                Ah-Ah Ah-Ah Ah-Ah Ahhh-Ah
                                Ah-Ah Ah-Ah Ah-Ah

                                I walk alone
                                I walk a...

                                I walk this empty street
                                On the Boulevard of broken dreams
                                When the city sleeps
                                And I'm the only one and I walk a...

                                My shadow's the only one that walks beside me
                                My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating
                                Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
                                Till then I walk alone
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