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Guess The Song Title By The Lyrics
Forum-Index → Forum Games → Guess The Song Title By The LyricsYour lipstick stains
On the front lobe of my left side brains
I knew I wouldn't forget you
And so I went and let you blow my mind
Over there in the other trench, bullets wear my name
Lead ahead, as the captain said and show them no remorse
Who am I to understand? What have I become?
Will you hold the line
When every one of them has given up and given in? Tell me
In this house of mine
Nothing ever comes without a consequence or cost, tell me
Will the stars align?
Will heaven step in? Will it save us from our sin, will it?
'Cause this house of mine stands strong
That's the price you pay
Leave behind your heart and cast away
Just another product of today
Rather be the hunter than the prey
For God's sake, please! Are you serious? I just can't believe
That for some stupid reason, you got here before me
Are you upset 'cause you can't have what you wanted?
You're lucky that you've never gotten robbed of anything
I'm feeling better, thank you for listening
The girl with braided hair then disappeared
She's a wizard with her shears
She's been turning heads for years
All the darlings and the dears
Say she's got the touch
An exclusive clientele
Oh she knows each one so well
No one dares to kiss and tell
She knows too much
I'm just a program
String of code's all I am
There's a phantom hiding inside my head
Can't shut it out
Shut it out
Shut it out
I'm not a hero
Lost in ones and zeros
Can you fix a corrupted soul inside
Or tear it out
Tear it out
Tear it out
You see her sitting with her coffee and her paper
With her high top sneakers of Italian design
With a long cool stare she aggravates the tension
Makes up her face while she makes up her mind
Now you're in trouble, maybe she's an intellectual
What if she figures out you're not very smart
Or maybe she's the quiet type who's into heavy metal
Boy, you got to get it settled
Cause she's breaking your heart
House so empty, need a centerpiece
20 racks a table cut from ebony
Cut that ivory into skinny pieces
Then she clean it with her face man I love my baby
You talking money, need a hearing aid
You talking bout me, I don't see the shade
Switch up my style, I take any lane
I switch up my cup, I kill any pain
This is a tale that takes its place. In Paris fair, this year of grace.
Fourteen hundred eighty two. A tale of lust and love so true.
We are the artists of the time, we dream in sculpture dream in rhyme.
For you we bring our world alive, so something will survive.
1482?
"Abandon all hope, all ye who enter"
It was a horrifying sign, but sounded like a neat adventure
Far beyond the halos and the castles in the clouds
Fatsos squealing, shackled with some apples in their mouths
Attention whores in padded bras hanging from extension cords
Tortured with the products from their favorite catalogs
Here, we buy and sell a million kinds of Hell
Imagination is the limit to the devil's clientele
And where was I? Burning in hell, of course.
I can hear the voice, but I don't wanna listen
Strap me down and tell me I'll be all right
I can feel the subliminal need to be one with the voice
And make everything go
I can hear the voice, but I don't wanna listen
Strap me down and tell me I'll be all right
I can feel the subliminal need to be one with the voice
And make everything all right!
New names and numbers that I don't know
Address to places like Abbey Road
Day turns to night
Night turns to whatever we want
We're young enough to say
Sometimes I just can't take it
Sometimes I just can't take it and it isn't alright
I'm not gonna make it
And I think my shoe's untied
Over there in the other trench, bullets wear my name
Lead ahead, as the captain said and show them no remorse
Who am I to understand? What have I become?