Originally posted by punkyhermy
the lyrics are bad you say...then would you educate me with what YOU'D consider good lyrics?!
Nine Inch Nails--"The Becoming"
I beat my machine it's a part of me it's inside of me
I'm stuck in this dream it's changing me I am becoming
the me that you know had some second thoughts
he's covered with scabs and he is broken and sore
the me that you know doesn't come around much
that part of me isn't here anymore
all pain disappears it's the nature of my circuitry
drowns out all I hear there's no escape from this my new consciousness
that me that you know used to have feelings
but the blood has stopped pumping and he's left to decay
the me that you know is now made up of wires
and even when I'm right with you I'm so far away
I can try to get away but I’ve strapped myself in
I can try to scratch away the sound in my ears
I can see it killing away all my bad parts
I don't want to listen but it's all too clear
hiding backwards inside of me I feel so unafraid
Annie, hold a little tighter I might just slip away
it won't give up it wants me dead
goddamn this noise inside my head
Tool--"Eulogy"
He had alot to say.
He had alot of nothing to say.
(We'll miss him. 2x)
He had alot to say.
He had alot of nothing to say.
(We'll miss him. 2x)
(We're gonna miss him. 2x)
So long!
We wish you well.
You told us how you weren't afraid to die.
Well so long.
Don't cry.
Or feel too down.
Not all martyrs see divinity.
But at least you tried.
Standing above the crowd
he had a voice that was strong and loud.
(We'll miss him. 2x)
Ranting and pointing his finger
at everything but his heart.
(We'll miss him. 2x)
(We're gonna miss him. 2x)
No way
to recall
what it was that you had said to me,
like I care at all.
But he was sooo loud.
You sure could yell.
You took a stand on every little thing
and so loud.
You, could be, the one, who saves, me from, my own, existence.
Rage Against the Machine--"Calm Like a Bomb"
I be walkin god like a dog
My narrative fearless
Word war returns to burn
Like Baldwin home from Paris, Uh
Like steel from a furnace
I was born landless
Yes its tha native son
Born of Zapatas guns
Stroll through the shanties
And tha cities remains
Same bodies buried hungry
But with different last names
The vultures robbin everything
Leave nothing but chains
Pick a point on the globe
Yes tha pictures tha same
Theres a bank, theres a church, a myth and a hearse
A mall and a loan, a child dead at birth
Theres a widow pig parrot
A rebel to tame
A whitehooded judge
A syringe and a vein
And the riot be the rhyme of the unheard
What ya say? What ya say? What ya say? What?
Calm like a bomb
This aint subliminal
Feel the critical mass approach horizon
Tha pulse of the condemned
Sound off Americas demise
Tha anti-myth rhythm rock shocker
Yes I spit fire
Hope lies in the smoldering rubble of empires
Yes back through tha shanties and tha cities remains
Same bodies buried hungry, uh-huh
With different last names, uh-huh
The vultures robbin everyone
Leave nothing but chains
Pick a point here at home
Yes the pictures tha same
Theres a field full of slaves
Some corn and some debt
Theres a ditch full of bodies
Tha check for the rent
Theres a tap, tha phone, tha silence of stone
The numb black screen
That be feelin like home
And the riot be the rhyme of the unheard
What ya say? What ya say? What ya say? What?
Calm like a bomb
Theres a mass without roofs
A prison to fill
Theres a countrys soul that reads post no bills
Theres a strike and a line of cops outside of tha mill
Theres a right to obey
And a right to kill
The song on the link Scottslover posted is the one by Disturbed or Seether or something... Right? I've heard it, it's not bad, but I don't love it...