Out of Order

Step right up, play your guitar Play that gig and you'll get far Never mind how you get there Just trust us, we'll always be there Here's the deal, don't look too close It doesn't matter who gets the most Here's the money, almost enough To make your album, now get it up Sign in blood Sign in blood Signed in blood, sell your soul Bonded for life, relinquish control Signed in blood, sell your soul Bonded for life, relinquish control Did that one really well Now do another, what the hell Never mind, it's not your deal It's for the best, it'll make you real Fly to L.A., a cheap hotel We've run out of cash, I'm sad to tell Crash with your friends, it's OK with them But don't tell us, not your problem Signed in blood, sell your soul Bonded for life, relinquish control Signed in blood, sell your soul Bonded for life Sign in blood Sign in blood Legal problems, sleazy deals We've traded our lives for bigger deals Managers that manage not Booking agents that should be shot Legal loopholes really a noose To choke your life out then let you loose Meet the victims of success And psychopaths that want us dead Signed in blood, sell your soul Bonded for life, relinquish control Signed in blood, sell your soul Bonded for life

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 24, 2025

Growing up I start my life the normal way Learning by living, go to school, well not everyday Finding limits, learning rules by pushing hard Earning the right to choose by making the right choice Living life I've got no regrets No insecurities, I'm not subject to your whims I'm not swayed, I'm who I want to be Cast aside the status quo and maybe you'll be free As I get older I begin to set my ways Into the paths I follow, choosing how I spend my days Running up against people with narrow minds Who impose thoughts on me, make me one of their kind Living life I've got no regrets No insecurities, I'm not subject to your whims I'm not swayed, I'm who I want to be Cast aside the status quo and then you will be free Lack of personality, don't know who you are Trapped inside conformity, live through someone else Hiding from reality, crawl inside your hole Growing near insanity, fashion casualty junkie A struggle of our will, victory is my result I'll not be swayed by your cheap tricks or your abuse My life's my own to live, I'll do things in my way What's so great about your world that I must be the same Living life I've got no regrets No insecurities, I'm not subject to your whims I'm not swayed, I'm who I want to be Cast aside the status quo and then you will be free

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 24, 2025

Look at you, what is it that you do Could it be you're hiding from yourself I look at your wasted life, I disapprove You can help yourself, but it's you that must choose Get that needle out of your arm If you want to die then that's a good head start Too young to die Too young to die Lying there in a drugged out haze Track marks creeping up and down your arms How can I soften what I try to say You hold your death in your hand Too young to die Too young to die A drug fogged haze your point of view How can you let yourself exist this way What would you do for a fix, my friend Could that be the sum of your life Too young to die Too young to die

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 24, 2025

Trust me, listen to me, don't think much of what I'm saying After all, I am your friend Let me be your guide and teach you the true way of things and a personal friend of God While we're talking and you're listening get your checkbook out Just sign on the bottom line please What does money really mean in the true scheme of things Y'all spell that with a y The Lord is a close personal friend of mine We play cards every Tuesday night, he always wins of course But you know, I have witnessed a miracle I have seen a 900 foot Jesus in Tulsa, Oklahoma Although a guy named Sam thinks I was off my medication (Sam Kineson screams) But praise the Lord and send in your donations Even though I have sinned against you... ... and never mind those dirty pictures that are circulating, with the little girl in the saddle Watch my TV show, pay attention very close Send your checks to this address What will you give to me to guarantee your salvation Send in cash if you can Never mind about my twenty million salary Just doin' the Lord's work, ma'am I think God's got some very strange associates Don't mind me quivering under my desk

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 24, 2025

Tell me what I see is not a true reality But a strange piece of quantum physics fantasy And if that's not the case then I can't help but laugh At where the music's going, heading for the past Stealing bits and parts like a musical Frankenstein A chorus here, a bass riff there, who wrote it? Never mind Bend down and pray before the god of sampling Make yourself by stealing other people's fame Resurrection Resurrection Club mix, dance, rap, don't tell me that it's real music There is no soul to the so-called songs they try to sing Sure there are a few exceptions to the old rule They only reinforce what it is I try to prove Maybe they are the true artists in their field It's just too bad that they share their space with a bunch of queers While we're at it, let me please quickly point out That glorifying racial violence is a stupid fucking thing to do, assholes Learn to put the past behind you, don't try to bring it back Don't let your toys confine you until your brain goes slack Need I remind you, you're doing nothing new You think that they will sign you, good luck, you'll need it too I'm only saying what's on my mind this point in time Don't want to offend anyone unless they've narrow minds Instead of stealing from the artist of an older age Creating a brand new sound, a brand new scheme of things I'm sure that you can see my point of view if you really try I'd like to see this generation build a thing that shines Stop digging up the bones of other people's art You can make your own if you stop and really try Resurrection Resurrection What the fuck's the matter with you?

People are dying every year For all of the stupidest things Boosting up a profit edge Never mind their safety Stop wait think Maybe what I'm trying to say Stop wait think Your hands aren't clean, there's blood on them Stop wait think Every death that needn't be Stop wait think The pain of it rests on your head Read the papers, shake your heads White collar workers collect your pay Don't you see there's blood on your hands When you cut some corners on loose ends Separated form your crimes By hours of production lines Matching lives against money Keep your conscience nice and clean Stop wait think Maybe what I'm trying to say Stop wait think Your hands aren't clean, there's blood on them Stop wait think Every death that needn't be Stop wait think The pain of it rests on your head Airplane seats that snap away Cars that lack driver's airbags Producers don't lose, they make Money talks common sense walks A train crashes, a plane goes down A ferry capsized, a shuttle explodes Cars that burst into flames No act of god, it's in your name

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 24, 2025

Woke up one night with this fierce pain in my chest Didn't know what to do, couldn't even rest Ran down to the doctor's office to see where I stand He checked me out and said 'take this medicine, you'll be alright ant The doctor is a butcher He'll give you some medicine just to suit you The doctor is a butcher He'll give you any medicine just to get rid of you The nightmare wasn't over, I was stooped over in pain And taken to the emergency room Waiting for two hours, by the time they got to me I passed out, felt like I was flushed down the drain Somebody help me, please get me the right doctor I'm sick of being used as an experiment The doctor is a butcher He'll give you some medicine just to suit you The doctor is a butcher He'll cut you up anytime, just to get his kicks Woke up one night with this fierce pain in my chest Didn't know what to do, couldn't even rest Ran down to the doctor's office to see where I stand He checked me out and said 'take this medicine you'll be alright... But he was wrong

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 24, 2025

Power, the face of corruption Rolling over all opposition Evil, the thoughts of the masses When minorities are oppressed classes Hiding behind the same cliches Spitting on the backs that are turned away Taking a superior attitude Making up your own god damn rules Quocustodiat Quocustodiat History written by the winners After all, who cares about the losers Honor thrown out the window Expedience the name of the game now Social classes built on the same flaw If I don't have it, hell I'll just steal yours Quocustodiat Quocustodiat Lying, perjuring yourself To help your cause and fill up your purse Morality, the word is an old joke Adherents of it placed keeps on rolling Overwhelming those who objects to its sins Force to choose between wrong and resistance Human beings made moral outcasts Quocustodiat Quocustodiat

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 24, 2025

The righteous gather to deliver judgement Never caring for the needs of the poor Are you pro-life when you bomb their clinics Killing the unborn and the born It's also a sin to use protection Or that is what you have us believe You don't care 'cos it doesn't affect you You're too fucking old to conceive Wallow in hypocrisy Wallow in hypocrisy From where I stand and hear you talk, it really makes me sick What's even worse is people seem to listen to these hicks A woman's body's not your province, none of your concern So go back to your bible belt, you've got a lot to learn Adoption's not the answer either Is it fair for you to say That she should go through pregnancy So a total stranger can take it away Why don't you just mind your business Leave the rest of us alone 'Cos I don't care about the bible Or what your holy pope condones Wallow in hypocrisy Wallow in hypocrisy From where I stand and hear you talk, it really makes me sick What's even worse is people seem to listen to these hicks A woman's body's not your province, none of your concern So go back to your bible belt, you've got a lot to learn The righteous gather to deliver judgement Never caring for the needs of the poor Are you pro-life when you bomb their clinics Killing the unborn and the born It's also a sin to use protection Or that is what you have us believe You don't care 'cos it doesn't affect you You're too fuck old to conceive From where I stand and hear you talk,it really makes me sick What's even worse is people seem to listen to these hicks A woman's body's not your province, none of your concern So go back to your bible belt, you've got a lot to learn Wallow in hypocrisy Wallow in hypocrisy Church and state conspiracy Wallow in hypocrisy Barring any leniency Wallow in hypocrisy Ancient in their dormacy Wallow in hypocrisy They wallow in hypocrisy Wallow in hypocrisy Hypocrisy Wallow in hypocrisy

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 24, 2025

This track is instrumental.

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Oh it's been getting so hard Livin' with the things you do to me, aha Oh my dreams are getting so strange I'd like to tell you everything I see Oh, I see a man at the back As a matter of fact his eyes are red as the sun And a girl in the corner let no one ignore her 'Cause she thinks she's the passionate one Oh, yeah, it was like lightning, everybody was frightening And the music was soothing, and they all started grooving Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah And the man at the back said Everyone attack and it turned into a ballroom blitz And the girl in the corner said Boy, I wanna warn ya, it'll turn into a ballroom blitz Ballroom blitz, ballroom blitz, ballroom blitz Ballroom blitz I'm reaching out for something Touching nothing's all I ever do Oh, I softly call you over When you appear there's nothing left of you, aha Now the man in the back Is ready to crack as he raises his hands to the sky And the girl in the corner is ev'ryone's mourner She could kill you with a wink of her eye Oh yeah, it was electric, so frightfully hectic And the band started leaving, 'cause they all stopped breathing Refrain Oh yeah, it was like lightning, everybody was frightening And the music was soothing, and they all started grooving Refrain It's it's a ballroom blitz, it's it's a ballroom blitz It's it's a ballroom blitz, yeah, it's a ballroom blitz

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Nov 08, 2025