Roll the Bones
If we burn our wings Flying too close to the sun If the moment of glory Is over before it's begun If the dream is won Though everything is lost We will pay the price, But we will not count the cost When the dust has cleared And victory denied A summit too lofty River a little too wide If we keep our pride Though paradise is lost We will pay the price, But we will not count the cost And if the music stops There's only the sound of the rain All the hope and glory All the sacrifice in vain {And} if love remains Though everything is lost We will pay the price, But we will not count the cost
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025
You turn my head I spin my wheels Running on empty You know how that feels I'm on a roll now Or is it a slide? Can't be too careful With that dangerous pride If I could only reach that dial inside And turn it up FACE UP -- Face up or you can only back down FACE UP -- Hit the target, or you better hit the ground FACE UP -- There's still time to turn the game around FACE UP -- Turn it up Or turn that wild card down FACE UP -- Turn it up Don't complain Don't explain I don't think my new resolve Can stand the strain I'm in a groove now Or is it a rut? I need some feedback But all the lines are cut I get so angry, but I keep my mouth shut And turn it up You get all squeezed up inside Like the days were carved in stone You get all wired up inside And it's bad to be alone You can go out, you can take a ride And when you get out on your own You get all smoothed out inside And it's good to be alone Turn it up
Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 26, 2025
This track is instrumental.
Well, I was only a kid -- didn't know enough to be afraid Playing the game, but not the way the big boys played Nothing to lose -- maybe I had something to trade The way the big wheel spins Well, I was only a kid, on a holy crusade I placed no trust in a faith that was ready-made Take no chances on paradise delayed So I do a slow fade Playing for time Don't want to wait for heaven Looking for love For an angel to forgive my sins Playing with fire Chasing something new to believe in Looking for love The way the big wheel spins Well, I was only a kid, cruising around in a trance Prisoner of fate, victim of circumstance I was lined up for glory, but the tickets sold out in advance The way the big wheel spins Well, I was only a kid, gone without a backward glance Going for broke, going for another chance Hoping for heaven -- hoping for a fine romance If I do the right dance Wheel goes round, landing on a twist of faith Taking your chances you'll have the right answers When the final judgment begins Wheel goes round, landing on a leap of fate Life redirected in ways unexpected Sometimes the odd number wins The way the big wheel spins
Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025
All around that dull grey world From Moscow to Berlin People storm the barricades Walls go tumbling in The counter-revolution People smiling through their tears Who can give them back their lives And all those wasted years? All those precious wasted years Who will pay? All around that dull grey world Of ideology People storm the marketplace And buy up fantasy The counter-revolution At the counter of a store People buy the things they want And borrow for a little more All those wasted years All those precious wasted years Who will pay? Do we have to be forgiving at last? What else can we do? Do we have to say goodbye to the past? Yes I guess we do All around this great big world All the crap we had to take Bombs and basement fallout shelters All our lives at stake The bloody revolution All the warheads in its wake All the fear and suffering All a big mistake All those wasted years All those precious wasted years Who will pay?
Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 26, 2025
You just don't get it What it is ... well, you're not really sure You move like you're walking on this ice Talking like you're still insecure Time is a spiral -- space is a curve I know you get dizzy, but try not to lose your nerve Life is a diamond you turn into dust Waiting for rescue, and I know you just Don't get it You just don't get it Neurotica -- Exotica It's just Erotica -- Hypnotica It's just Psychotica -- Chaotica It's just Exotica -- Neurotica You just don't get it Baby, don't you ask yourself why? If you don't like the answer -- forget it You know I hate to see you cry Fortune is random -- Fate shoots from the hip I know you get crazy, but try not to lose your grip Life is a diamond you turn into dust Looking for trust, and I know that you just don't get it You just don't get it SNAP! Hide in your shell, let the world go to hell It's like Russian roulette to you SNAP! Sweat running cold, you can't face growing old It's a personal threat to you SNAP! The world is a cage for your impotent rage But don't let it get to you SNAP! Neurotica -- Exotica It's just Erotica -- Hypnotica It's just Psychotica -- Chaotica It's just Exotica -- Neurotica
Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025
Just another hunter, like a wolf in the sun Just another junkie on a scoring run Just another victim of the things he has done Just another day -- in the life of a loaded gun The odds get even; you name the game The odds get even; the stakes are the same You bet your life... Just another winner, pours his life down the drain Just another island in a hurricane Just another loser, like a cat in the rain Just another day -- in the path of a speeding train The odds get even; you name the game The odds get even; the stakes are the same You bet your life... anarchist reactionary running-dog revisionist hindu muslim catholic creation/evolutionist rational romantic mystic cynical idealist minimal expressionist post-modern neo-symbolist Armchair rocket scientist graffiti existentialist Deconstruction primitive performance photo-realist Be-bop or a one-drop or a hip-hop lite-pop-metallist Gold adult contemporary urban country capitalist Just another gypsy with a plastic guitar Just another dancer with her eyes on the stars Just another dreamer who was going too far Just another drunk -- at the wheel of a stolen car The odds get even; you name the game The odds get even; the stakes are the same You bet your life... anarchist reactionary running-dog revisionist hindu muslim catholic creation/evolutionist rational romantic mystic cynical idealist minimal expressionist post-modern neo-symbolist armchair rocket scientist graffiti existentialist deconstruction primitive performance photo-realist be-bop or a one-drop or a hip-hop lite-pop-metallist gold adult contemporary urban country capitalist
Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 26, 2025