dubya dubya iii
dance
stumble
+dubya dubya iii+
instrumental
+ubernaut+
(chorus) ubernaut
ich liebe das himmel in mein frauluch's kuss
(chorus) ubernaut
guten tag, gute nacht, und aufwiederzehn
(chorus) ubernaut
+more damage than good+
(chorus) have my hands done more damage than good?
and when i think back, i wonder if, at all, i'm justified
(chorus) have my hands done more damage than good?
and i look down at these hands
(chorus) have my hands done more damage than good?
+in jest (remastered)+
if you heard just what i said, realize i'm not innocent
(chorus): this is in jest
but who am i to judge your taste as you hear these words with a straight face
(chorus): this is in jest
+complacent v2.0+
(chorus)
and i know your example's not been great
(chorus x2)
+dance+
+call of the wild+
+pornography+
(chorus)
crossing his path at 14 years of age,
(chorus)
fast forward, rewinding, downloading unkind things
(chorus)
+papa 3 (october murder)+
+stumble+
(chorus)
raising you from a spotless child
(chorus)
+isolationist+
ubernaut
more damage than good
in jest (remastered)
complacent v2.0
call of the wild (ultravox cover)
pornography
papa 3 (october murder)
xx isolationist (negative pressure vs mf mix)
ich kommme du schule mit dem autobus
ich kommme du schule mit diene kuss
ich kommme du schule mit dem moped
ich kommme du schule, das ist nicht so schlecht
ich liebe mein kind und wass ist los?
ich liebe du schlaffe mit meine wounds
ich bin ein fanatisch auf troy's laestig hunds
sometimes i look back and i remember the good times i had
i recall the days before the war
thinking of the past and all of the words i said and things i've done,
praying that those things won't leave a mark
and i look down at these hands
what have they touched that i now despise?
and i look down at these hands and see the instruments of my demise
and i look down at these hands,
have they done all that they could?
i guess at that moment it felt good
i can't believe i brought so many people down that shakey road
when i could have done them all some good
and i look down at these hands
i can manipulate these things so well
and i look down at these hands
they work for heaven, but they've beeen through hell
and i look down at these hands
and think, you know, i really think they could...
it's with these objects that i almost died
and i look down at these hands
behold the old wicked intent inside
and i look down at these hands
i wish the past somehow could be undone
and i look down at these hands,
and yet somehow they hold my newborn son
it's easy to do your laundry now when everything is black somehow
it's easy to budget your paydays when all you need's cloves and hairsprays
let's be different, like the rest- emphasize it, do your best
i'm not trying to piss you off, there's just a reason why the public scoffs
wouldn't speak this heresey if some weren't a part of me
just please admit it's just a style. would you dress like this on a desert isle?
i'm not trying to piss you off, there's just a reason why the public scoffs
obviously, there's something right. maybe there's some hope in sight
kick the drama, it's just a game. do some good in your own name
i'm not trying to piss you off, i'm just saying i've earned the right to scoff
i'm afraid, as i know some have inquired
i'm afraid, because i know i have inspired
and i feel responsible for decisions you've made
and i know there's really no excuse
and i pray that those words were of no use
and i'd die if i knew your happiness had gone away
walk in righteous ways
be an example to a friend
complacency, you'll find,
is unproductive in the end
but you know, there's not much good in hate
and you see the media; they show it in all lands
and you've heard the future's up to you
and you've strength, though your numbers may be few
don't be swayed your judgement- it lies in your own hands
instrumental
lyrics not available via mf.web.
as the memory lay etched in his brain
no love seems to bleed his pain
visions of flesh begin surfacing back
closes his eyes, but he can't see black
preoccupied by the thoughts from hell
(trying to forget didn't work so well)
he locks the door so he will not be caught
drops to his knees as if to pray to God
"i want you..."
*i know...*
"i need you..."
*i know...*
"you're only good for the moment, and the moment is now.
you have me..."
*i know...*
"enslaved me..."
*i know...*
8 oz of pornography
he took it in, and this destructive rage
layed its roots upon the heart of this boy
it squeezed and squeezed, and began to destroy
and now he's married to a perfect wife
who never knew about this part of his life
she wonders why he can't look in her eyes
he wants to, but no matter how hard he tries...
"i want you..."
*i know...*
"i need you..."
*i know...*
"you're only good for one thing, and that one thing is now.
you have me..."
*i know...*
"enslaved me..."
*i know...*
16 oz of pornography
relentless one-track mind, fast forward and rewind
screen shots and cum shots, corrosive, imupure thoguhts
no honor, no future, ripped too wide to suture
*you want me...*
"i know..."
*you need me...*
"i know..."
*i'm only good for the moment, the moment is now.
i have you...*
"i know..."
*enslaved you...*
"i know..."
*i'm only good for one thing, and that one thing is now.
i love you...*
"i know..."
*i hate you...*
"i know..."
*the corrosion's complete, and i've got others, you see...
i honed you...*
"i know..."
*i own you...*
"i know..."
...oz of pornography
(lyrics and vocals by fishead)
i think of october only in black and white cold stone
i think of the grave yard only still emotion sounds of laughter
i think of the search light only flickering flints of gold wet grass
i think of your lips only ribbons of sugar blush blood
i think of the future only in the past steel blade
i think of october only in black and white all distorted
come lay your head on my shoulder now,
if there's nothing more i can say,
please never fade or falter now
don't let yourself go astray
tough questions may come and go,
and it's not easy, i know,
but whatever you do, don't look away
temptations may come and go
i'm not the boss of you, i know,
but if she's the one, she can wait
and watch you grow into a man
could my child, so perfect, stumble now?
it's hard to comprehend that you can
tough questions may come and go,
and it's not easy, i know,
but whatever you do, don't look away
temptations may come and go
i'm not the boss of you, i know,
but if she's the one, she can wait
(lyrics and vocals appear courtesy of ethan marsh/negative pressure)
the ache at the contraction of muscle the fight of relaxation pace,
forget, dwell become myself again the clumsy movement of collapse
followed by the fluid motion of my grief coming down on me the safe
and warm becomes hell the sweat trickles as i come up i gasp and
groan and fall again i lie there almost motionless my chest heaving
as i can't look away i am stopping in my retreat i release myself
to blank stare i black out into my everything as i am swallowed in
my nothingness i bathe in steam, heat and hatred i collapse upon my
paper self crumpled and discarded i blow away the third degree burn
of falling apart the feelings roll off like skin in fire i watch
the doors lock me in morose i breathe out once and hold it a hermit
in a trap a soul bound to metal a loss that is threatening i taste
the frozen dreams of my own past memories i can't keep straight i
drown in the shallowness ideas close past blurs with pixilized lies
challenge my esteem grasp at the narrow edge of the indisputable
swallow the vestiges of concepts contract, release, and expand to
my will