I Do Not Want This - Nine Inch Nails

 

I'm losing ground
Well you know how this world can beat you down
And I'm made of clay
I fear I'm the only one who thinks this way

I'm always falling down the same hill
Bamboo puncturing this skin
And nothing comes bleeding out of me just like a waterfall I'm drowning in
Two feet below the surface I can still make out your wavy face
And if I could just reach you maybe I could leave this place

I do not want this
I do not want this
I do not want this
I do not want this
Don't you tell me how I feel
Don't you tell me how I feel
Don't you tell me how I feel
You don't know just how I feel

I stay inside my bed
I have lived so many lives all in my head
Don't tell me that you care
There really isn't anything, now, is there?

You would know, wouldn't you?
You extend your hand to those who suffer
To those who know what it really feels like
To those who've had a taste
Like that means something
And oh so sick I am
And maybe I don't have a choice
And maybe that is all I have
And maybe this is a cry for help

I do not want this
I do not want this
I do not want this
I do not want this
Don't you tell me how I feel
Don't you tell me how I feel
Don't you tell me how I feel
You don't know just how I feel

I want to know everything
I want to be everywhere
I want to fuck everyone in the world
I want to do something that matters
I want to know everything
I want to be everywhere
I want to fuck everyone in the world
I want to do something that matters
I want to know everything
I want to be everywhere
I want to fuck everyone in the world
I want to do something that matters
I want to know everything
I want to be everywhere
I want to fuck everyone in the world
I want to do something that matters
I want to know everything
I want to be everywhere
I want to fuck everyone in the world
I want to do something that matters

Extraordinary Machine - Fiona Apple

 

I certainly haven't been shopping for any new shoes

And I certainly haven't been spreading myself around

I still only travel by foot and by foot it's a slow climb

But I'm good at being uncomfortable so

I can't stop changing all the time

I noticed that my opponent is always on the go

And won't go slow, so 's not to focus, and I notice

He'll hitch a ride with any guide, as long as

They go fast from whence he came

But he's no good at being uncomfortable, so

He can't stop staying exactly the same

If there was a better way to go then it would find me

I can't help it, the road just rolls out behind me

Be kind to me, or treat me mean

I'll make the most of it, I'm an extraordinary machine

I seem to you to seek a new disaster every day

You deem me due to clean my view and be at peace and lay

I mean to prove I mean to move in my own way and say

I've been getting along for long before you came into the play

I am the baby of the family, it happens

So, everybody cares and wears the sheep's clothes

While they chaperone

Curious, you looking down your nose at me, while you appease

Courteous, to try and help

But let me set your mind at ease

If there was a better way to go then it would find me

I can't help it, the road just rolls out behind me

Be kind to me, or treat me mean

I'll make the most of it, I'm an extraordinary machine

Do I so worry you, you need to hurry to my side?

It's very kind

But it's to no avail; and I don't want the bail

I promise you, everything will be just fine

If there was a better way to go then it would find me

I can't help it, the road just rolls out behind me

Be kind to me, or treat me mean

I'll make the most of it, I'm an extraordinary machine

If there was a better way to go then it would find me

I can't help it, the road just rolls out behind me

Be kind to me, or treat me mean

I'll make the most of it, I'm an extraordinary machinev

Here and Now - Letters to Cleo

 

Just living on a Sunday morning
Got my toast and tea and I'm warm and
I just thought I'd think about
All the things to get and keep getting
Never enough not enough and never ending
I just thought I'd think about

Just living on a Sunday morning
Got my toast and tea and I'm warm and
I just thought I'd think about
All the things to get and keep getting
Never enough not enough and never ending

I just thought I'd think about
And it might be...
The comfort of a knowledge of a rise above the sky
But could never parallel the challenge of an acquisition in the

Here and now, here and now

Parody of yourself in color

Giving it to everybody but your mother
You've got much to think about
Soaring higher with every treason

Never justify, never reason
You've got much to think about
And it might be...
The comfort of a knowledge of a rise above the sky

But could never parallel the challenge of an acquisition in the

Here and now, here and now
The comfort of a knowledge of a rise above the sky

But could never parallel the challenge of an acquisition in the
Here and now, here and now
And it might be...

giving it to everybody but your mother
You've got much to think about

Soaring higher with every treason
Never justify, never reason
You've got much to think about
And it might be...

The comfort of a knowledge of a rise above the sky
But could never parallel the challenge of an acquisition in the
Here and now, here and now.
The comfort of a knowledge of a rise above the sky
But could never parallel the challenge of an acquisition in the
Here and now, here and now.
And it might be...
The comfort of a knowledge of a rise above the sky
But could never parallel the challenge of an acquisition in the
Here and now, here and now.
And it might, might...

Cold - Static-X

 

We kiss the stars

We writhe, we are

Your name, desire

Your flesh, we are

Cold, we're so cold

We are so

Cold, we're so cold

Cold, we're so cold

We are so

Cold, we're so cold

Your mouth, these words

Silence, it turns

Humming, we laugh

My head falls back

Cold, we're so cold

We are so

Cold, we're so cold

Cold, we're so cold

We are so

Cold, we're so cold

Cold, we're so cold

We are so

Cold, we're so cold

Cold, we're so cold

We are so

Cold, we're so cold

Birth Ritual - Soundgarden

Lying like needles on forest earth

Euphoric rush trees bend to pray for us

I'm sputtering like cold machines?

Late for the birth ritual

Ritual

Ritual

Ritual

You can drive my tail to watch the circus

A birth ritual, a birth of idiots

Now I woke up blessed and good strives for heartache

Marked for the death ritual

Ritual

Ritual

As you start the song and face this garden

I light a cigarette before the execution

Now you see your crime for every miracle

Add another drug at every birth ritual

I took the drug to make me stay

And now everything dies in shyness

The snake retreats admits defeat

And waits for the birth ritual

Ritual

Ritual

As you start the song and face this garden

I light a cigarette before the execution

Now you see your crime for every miracle

Add another drug at every birth ritual

Shining light

Child's highs

Mark his sides

Bright until the newness wears off

As you start the song and face this garden?

I light a cigarette before the execution

Now you see your crime for every miracle

Add another drug at every birth ritual

Ritual

Ritual

Ritual