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Rage against the machine

My fears hunt me down
Capturing my memories
The frontier of loss
They try to escape across the street where
Jesus stripped bare
And raped the spirit he was supposed to nurture
In the name of my
In the name of my

Born of a broken man
But not a broken man
Born of a broken man
Never a broken man

Born of a broken man
But not a broken man
Born of a broken man
Never a broken man

Like autumn leaves
His sense fell from him
An empty glass of himself
Shattered somewhere within
His thoughts like a hundred moths
Trapped in a lampshade
Somewhere within
Their wings banging and burning
On through endless nights
Forever awake he lies shaking and starving
Praying for someone to turn off the light

Born of a broken man
Never a broken man
Born of a broken man
But not a broken man

Born of a broken man
Never a broken man
Born of a broken man
But not a broken man

Uh, uh

Fears hunt me down
Capturing my memories
The frontier of loss
They try to escape across the street where
Jesus stripped bare
And raped the spirit he was supposed to nurture
In the name of my
In the name of my

Yeah

Born of a broken man
But not a broken man
Born of a broken man
Never a broken man

Born of a broken man
But not a broken man
Born of a broken man
Never a broken man

og svo annar sem mér finnst nokkuð töff:

System of a down

The phoenix he helped create,
Out of control boy without a dad,
Shot the gun that startled my life,
While I drove him with a forty-five.

Friends for years images in red,
Blew off his own mother-fuckin head,
Confidence, death, insecurity,
Men fall unrealized,
Unrealized, unrealized.

Making a decision of death,
While everyone around you pled,
Now you fly in peace,
I hope, my friend,
A man can’t avoid what he’s meant to do,
When he’s meant to do it,
Even if he doesn’t really want to,
My memories are of fun and friendship,
Of weakness within the strength of youth,
For reasons undefined, reasons undefined,
Reasons undefined, reasons undefined.

Friends for years images in red,
Blew off his own mother-fuckin head,
Confidence, death, insecurity,
Men fall unrealized,

Don’t you realize,
Evil, lives in the m-fucking skin,
Don’t you realize,
Evil, lives in the m-fucking skin,

Unrealized, unrealized.

Don’t you, realize, evil,
Lives in the mother-fucking skin,
Don’t you, realize , that evil,
Lives in the mother-fucking.

og svo einn klassískur:

Rolling stones

I see a red door and I want it painted black
No colors anymore I want them to turn black
I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes
I have to turn my head until my darkness goes
I see a line of cars and they’re all painted black
With flowers and my love both never to come back
I see people turn their heads and quickly look away
Like a new born baby it just happens ev’ry day
I look inside myself and see my heart is black
I see my red door and it has been painted black
Maybe then I’ll fade away and not have to face the facts
It’s not easy facin’ up when your whole world is black

No more will my green sea go turn a deeper blue
I could not foresee this thing happening to you
If I look hard enough into the settin’ sun
My love will laugh with me before the mornin’ comes

I see a red door and I want it painted black
No colors anymore I want them to turn black
I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes
I have to turn my head until my darkness goes
Hmm, hmm, hmm,…
I wanna see it painted, painted black
Black as night, black as coal
I wanna see the sun blotted out from the sky
I wanna see it painted, painted, painted, painted black
Yeah!