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  • Blackened
  • ...And Justice For All
  • Eye of The Beholder
  • One
  • The Shortest Straw
  • Harvester of Sorrow
  • The Frayed Ends of Sanity
  • To Live is To Die
  • Dyers Eve


     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

    BLACKENED
    Blackened is the end
    Winter it will send
    Throwing all you see
    Into obscurity

    Death of Mother Earth
    Never a rebirth
    Evolution's end
    Never will it mend

    Never

    Fire
    To begin whipping dance of the dead
    Blackened is the end
    To begin whipping dance of the dead
    Color our world blackened

    Blistering of earth
    Terminate its worth
    Deadly nicotine
    Kills what might've been

    Callous, frigid chill
    Nothing left to kill
    Never seen before
    Breathing nevermore

    Never

    Fire
    To begin whipping dance of the dead
    Blackened is the end
    To begin whipping dance of the dead
    Color our world blackened

    Blackened
    Opposition, contradiction, premonition, compromise
    Agitation, violation, mutilation, planet dies
    Darkest color
    Blistered earth
    True death of life

    Termination, expiration, cancellation, human race
    Expectation, liberation, population laid to waste
    See our mother
    Put to death
    See our mother die

    Smoldering decay
    Take her breath away
    Millions of our years
    In minutes disappears

    Darkening in vain
    Decadence remains
    All is said and done
    Never is the sun

    Never

    Fire
    To begin whipping dance of the dead
    Blackened is the end
    To begin whipping dance of the dead
    Fire
    Is the outcome of hypocrisy
    Darkest potency
    In the exit of humanity
    Color our world blackened

    Blackened

    Words and Music by James Hetfield, Lars Ulrich and Jason Newsted Copyright © 1988 Creeping Death Music (ASCAP) International Copyright Secured All Rights Reserved


     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

    ...AND JUSTICE FOR ALL
    Halls of justice painted green
    Money talking
    Power wolves beset your door
    Hear them stalking
    Soon you'll please their appetite
    They devour
    Hammer of justice crushes you
    Overpower

    The ultimate in vanity
    Exploiting their supremacy
    I can't believe the things you say
    I can't believe, I can't believe the price you pay
    Nothing can save you

    Justice is lost
    Justice is raped
    Justice is gone
    Pulling your strings
    Justice is done
    Seeking no truth
    Winning is all
    Find it so grim, so true, so real

    Apathy their stepping stone
    So unfeeling
    Hidden deep animosity
    So deceiving
    Through your eyes their light burns
    Hoping to find
    Inquisition sinking you
    With prying minds

    The ultimate in vanity
    Exploiting their supremacy
    I can't believe the things you say
    I can't believe, I can't believe the price you pay
    Nothing can save you
    Justice is lost
    Justice is raped
    Justice is gone
    Pulling your strings
    Justice is done
    Seeking no truth
    Winning is all
    Find it so grim, so true, so real

    Lady Justice has been raped
    Truth assassin
    Rolls of red tape seal your lips
    Now you're done in

    Their money tips her scales again
    Make your deal
    Just what is truth, I cannot tell
    Cannot feel

    The ultimate in vanity
    Exploiting their supremacy
    I can't believe the things you say
    I can't believe, I can't believe the price we pay
    Nothing can save us

    Justice is lost
    Justice is raped
    Justice is gone
    Pulling your strings
    Justice is done
    Seeking no truth
    Winning is all
    Find it so grim, so true, so real

    Seeking no truth
    Winning is all
    Find it so grim, so true, so real

    Words and Music by James Hetfield, Lars Ulrich and Kirk Hammett Copyright © 1988 Creeping Death Music (ASCAP) International Copyright Secured All Rights Reserved


     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

    EYE OF THE BEHOLDER
    Do you see what I see?
    Truth is an offence
    Your silence for your confidence

    Do you hear what I hear?
    Doors are slamming shut
    Limit your imagination, keep you where they must

    Do you feel what I feel?
    Bittering distress
    Who decides what you express?

    Do you take what I take?
    Endurance is the word
    Moving back instead of forward seems to me absurd

    Doesn't matter what you see
    Or into it what you read
    You can do it your own way
    If it's done just how I say

    Independence limited
    Freedom of choice
    Choice is made for you, my friend
    Freedom of speech
    Speech is words that they will bend
    Freedom with their exception

    Do you fear what I fear?
    Living properly
    Truths to you are lies to me

    Do you choose what I choose?
    More alternatives
    Energy derives from both the plus and negative

    Do you need what I need?
    Boundaries overthrown
    Look inside, to each his own

    Do you trust what I trust?
    Me, myself, and I
    Penetrate the smoke screen, I see through the selfish lie

    Doesn't matter what you see
    Or into it what you read
    You can do it your own way
    If it's done just how I say

    Independence limited
    Freedom of choice
    Choice is made for you, my friend
    Freedom of speech
    Speech is words that they will bend
    Freedom with their exception

    Do you know what I know?
    Your money and your wealth
    Your silence just to hear yourself

    Do you want what I want?
    Desire not a thing
    I hunger after independence, lengthen freedom's ring

    Doesn't matter what you see
    Or into it what you read
    You can do it your own way
    If it's done just how I say

    Independence limited
    Freedom of choice
    Choice is made for you, my friend
    Freedom of speech
    Speech is words that they will bend
    Freedom no longer for you

    Doesn't matter what you see
    Or into it what you read
    You can do it your own way
    If it's done just how I say

    Words and Music by James Hetfield, Lars Ulrich and Kirk Hammett Copyright © 1988 Creeping Death Music (ASCAP) International Copyright Secured All Rights Reserved


     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

    ONE
    I can't remember anything
    Can't tell if this is true or dream
    Deep down inside I feel to scream
    This terrible silence stops me

    Now that the war is through with me
    I'm waking up, I cannot see
    That there is not much left of me
    Nothing is real but pain now

    Hold my breath as I wish for death
    Oh please, God, wake me

    Back in the womb it's much
    too real
    In pumps life that I must feel
    But can't look forward to reveal
    Look to the time when I'll live

    Fed through the tube that sticks in me
    Just like a wartime novelty
    Tied to machines that make me be
    Cut this life off from me

    Hold my breath as I wish for death
    Oh please, God, wake me

    Now the world is gone, I'm just one
    Oh God, help me
    Hold my breath as I wish for death
    Oh please, God, help me

    Darkness imprisoning me
    All that I see
    Absolute horror
    I cannot live
    I cannot die
    Trapped in myself
    Body my holding cell

    Landmine has taken my sight
    Taken my speech
    Taken my hearing
    Taken my arms
    Taken my legs
    Taken my soul
    Left me with life in hell

    Words and Music by James Hetfield and Lars Ulrich Copyright © 1988 Creeping Death Music (ASCAP) International Copyright Secured All Rights Reserved


     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

    THE SHORTEST STRAW
    Suspicion is your name
    Your honesty to blame
    Put dignity to shame
    Dishonor
    Witch-hunt modern day
    Determining decay
    The blatant disarray
    Disfigure
    The public eye's disgrace
    Defying common place
    Unending paper chase
    Unending

    Deafening
    Painstaking
    Reckoning
    This vertigo it doth bring

    Shortest straw
    Challenge liberty
    Downed by law
    Live in infamy
    Rub you raw
    Witch-hunt riding through
    Shortest straw
    The shortest straw has been pulled for you

    Pulled for you
    Shortest straw
    Pulled for you
    Shortest straw
    Pulled for you
    Shortest straw
    The shortest straw has been pulled for you

    The accusations fly
    Discrimination, why?
    Your inner self to die
    Intruding
    Doubt sunk itself in you
    Its teeth and talons through
    You're living Catch 2-2
    Deluding
    A mass hysteria
    A megalomania
    Reveal dementia
    Reveal

    Secretly
    Silently
    Certainly
    In vertigo you will be

    Shortest straw
    Challenge liberty
    Downed by law
    Live in infamy
    Rub you raw
    Witch-hunt riding through
    Shortest straw
    This shortest straw has been pulled for you

    Pulled for you
    Shortest straw
    Pulled for you
    Shortest straw
    Pulled for you
    Shortest straw
    Shortest straw has been pulled for you

    Shortest straw
    Pulled for you
    Shortest straw
    Pulled for you
    Shortest straw
    Pulled for you
    Shortest straw
    Shortest straw has been pulled for you

    Behind you, hands are tied
    Your being, ostracized
    Your hell is multiplied
    Upending
    The fallout has begun
    Oppressive damage done
    Your many turned to none
    To nothing
    You're reaching your nadir
    Your will has disappeared
    The lie is crystal clear
    Defending

    Channels red
    One word said
    Blacklisted
    With vertigo make you dead

    Shortest straw
    Challenge liberty
    Downed by law
    Live in infamy
    Rub you raw
    Witch-hunt riding through
    Shortest straw
    The shortest straw has been pulled for you
    Pulled for you

    Words and Music by James Hetfield and Lars Ulrich Copyright © 1988 Creeping Death Music (ASCAP) International Copyright Secured All Rights Reserved


     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

    HARVESTER OF SORROW
    My life suffocates
    Planting seeds of hate
    I've loved, turned to hate
    Trapped far beyond my fate

    I give, you take
    This life that I forsake
    Been cheated of my youth
    You turned this lie to truth

    Anger, misery
    You'll suffer unto me

    Harvester of sorrow
    Language of the mad
    Harvester of sorrow

    Pure black, looking clear
    My work is done soon here
    Try getting back to me
    Get back which used to be

    Drink up
    Shoot in
    Let the beatings begin
    Distributor of pain
    Your loss becomes my gain

    Anger
    Misery
    You'll suffer unto me

    Harvester of sorrow
    Language of the mad
    Harvester of sorrow

    All have said their prayers
    Invade their nightmares
    To see into my eyes
    You'll find where murder lies

    Infanticide

    Harvester of sorrow
    Language of the mad
    Harvester of sorrow
    Language of the mad
    Harvester of sorrow

    Words and Music by James Hetfield and Lars Ulrich Copyright © 1988 Creeping Death Music (ASCAP) International Copyright Secured All Rights Reserved


     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

    THE FRAYED ENDS OF SANITY
    Never hunger
    Never prosper
    I have fallen prey to failure

    Struggle within
    Triggered again
    Now the candle burns at both ends

    Twisting under schizophrenia
    Falling deep into dementia

    Old habits reappear
    Fighting the fear of fear
    Growing conspiracy
    Everyone's after me
    Frayed ends of sanity
    Hear them calling
    Hear them calling me

    Birth of terror
    Death of much more
    I'm the slave of fear, my captor

    Never warnings
    Spreading its wings
    As I wait for the horror she brings

    Loss of interest, question, wonder
    Waves of fear they pull me under

    Old habits reappear
    Fighting the fear of fear
    Growing conspiracy
    Everyone's after me
    Frayed ends of sanity
    Hear them calling
    Hear them calling me

    Into ruin
    I am sinking
    Hostage of this nameless feeling

    Hell is set free
    Flooded I'll be
    Feel the undertow inside me

    Height, hell, time, haste, terror, tension
    Life, death, want, waste, mass depression

    Old habits reappear
    Fighting the fear of fear
    Growing conspiracy
    Myself is after me
    Frayed ends of sanity
    Hear them calling
    Frayed ends of sanity
    Hear them calling
    Hear them calling me

    Words and Music by James Hetfield, Lars Ulrich and Kirk Hammett Copyright © 1988 Creeping Death Music (ASCAP) International Copyright Secured All Rights Reserved


     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

    TO LIVE IS TO DIE
    When a man lies
    He murders some part of the world
    These are the pale deaths which men miscall their lives
    All this I cannot bear to witness any longer
    Cannot the kingdom of salvation take me home?

    Words and Music by James Hetfield, Lars Ulrich and Cliff Burton Copyright © 1988 Creeping Death Music (ASCAP) International Copyright Secured All Rights Reserved


     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

    DYERS EVE
    Dear Mother
    Dear Father
    What is this hell you have put me through?
    Believer
    Deceiver
    Day in, day out, live my life through you
    Pushed onto me what's wrong or right
    Hidden from this thing that they call “life”

    Dear Mother
    Dear Father
    Every thought I'd think you'd disapprove
    Curator
    Dictator
    Always censoring my every move
    Children are seen but are not heard
    Tear out everything inspired

    Innocence
    Torn from me without your shelter
    Barred reality
    I'm living blindly

    Dear Mother
    Dear Father
    Time has frozen still what's left to be
    Hear nothing
    Say nothing
    Cannot face the fact I think for me
    No guarantee, it's life as-is
    But damn you for not giving me my chance

    Dear Mother
    Dear Father
    You've clipped my wings before
    I learned to fly
    Unspoiled
    Unspoken
    I've outgrown that fucking lullaby
    Same thing I've always heard from you,
    “Do as I say, not as I do”

    Innocence
    Torn from me without your shelter
    Barred reality
    I'm living blindly

    I'm in hell without you
    Cannot cope without you two
    Shocked at the world that I see
    Innocent victim, please rescue me

    Dear Mother
    Dear Father
    Hidden in your world you've made for me
    I'm seething
    I'm bleeding
    Ripping wounds in me that never heal
    Undying spite I feel for you
    Living out this hell you always knew

    Words and Music by James Hetfield, Lars Ulrich and Kirk Hammett Copyright © 1988 Creeping Death Music (ASCAP) International Copyright Secured All Rights Reserved