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All Songs Arch Enemy

Arch Enemy – You Will Know My Name

Arch Enemy is a Swedish melodic death metal band, from Halmstad, formed in 1995.

[Lyrics: Michael Amott, Music: Michael Amott/Nick Cordle]

The judging eyes watching me
Is all I’ve ever known.
When I try to open up my heart
I am ridiculed and torn apart.
You tell jokes I’ll never get to hear
Behind my back at my expense.

There’s something inside me
And I know it’s good.
I’m not evil, just misunderstood.

Do you see me now?
Do you hear me now?
You will know my name!
Do you see me now?
Do you fear me now?
You will know my name!

Today I break my silence
Strip you of your dignity.
Tear down your perfect world
Your perfect lies!

No more jokes I’ll never get to hear
Behind my back at my expense.

There’s something inside me
And I know it’s good.
I’m not evil, I’m just misunderstood.

Do you see me now?
Do you hear me now?
You will know my name!
Do you see me now?
Do you fear me now?
You will know my name!

No longer invisible

You will know my name!

Do you see me now?
Do you hear me now?
You will know my name!
Do you see me now?
Do you fear me now?
You will know my name!

No longer invisible

You will know my name!

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All Songs Hypocrisy

Hypocrisy – Weed Out The Weak

Hypocrisy is a Swedish death metal band formed in October 1991 in Ludvika, Sweden by Peter Tägtgren.

The cryogenic holocaust
Slows down the disease
Give us all a taste of your miracle
We’re thirsty for your medicine
The hate burns in our eyes
It’s kill or be killed
It’s in the nature of the human races’ weak mind
To be exterminated by ourselves

Just stab their hearts for nothing
Your greedy souls scream in envy
Kill them all
Release the anger
Weed out the weak
You don’t need them

Weed out the weak

Exterminate the riff raff
No one will miss you anyway
Clean up the world with an iron fist
Start the harvest of the dead
There’s no room for the weakend mind
There’s no room for you
There is a new religion coming around the bend
And it’s called fuck you

Just stab their hearts for nothing
Your greedy souls scream in envy
Kill them all
Release the anger
Weed out the weak
You don’t need them

Weed out the weak
Stab them all

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All Songs KMFDM

KMFDM – Stray Bullet

KMFDM (originally Kein Mehrheit Für Die Mitleid, loosely translated by the band as “no pity for the majority”) is a German industrial band from Hamburg led by Sascha Konietzko, who founded the band in 1984 as a performance art project.

[Verse 1]
I am your holy totem
I am your sick taboo
Radical and radiant
I’m your nightmare coming true
I am your worst enemy
I am your dearest friend
Malignantly malevolent
I am of divine descent

[Pre-Chorus]
I am your apocalypse
I am your belief unwrought
Monolithic juggernaut
I’m the illegitimate Son of God

[Chorus]
Stray bullet
From the barrel of love
Stray bullet
From the heavens above
Stray bullet
Ready or not
I’m the illegitimate Son of God
Stray bullet
Stray bullet
Stray bullet
Ready or not
I’m the illegitimate Son of God

[Verse 2]
I have come to rock your world
I have come to shake your faith
Anathematic anarchist
I have come to take my place

[Pre-Chorus]
I am your apocalypse
I am your belief unwrought
Monolithic juggernaut
I’m the illegitimate Son of God

[Chorus]
Stray bullet
From the barrel of love
Stray bullet
From the heavens above
Stray bullet
Ready or not
I’m the illegitimate Son of God
Stray bullet
Stray bullet
Stray bullet
Ready or not
I’m the illegitimate Son of God

[Bridge: Recording of speech]
Even if God really existed, it would be necessary to abolish him!

[Verse 3]
I am your unconsciousness
I am unrestrained excess
Metamorphic restlessness
I’m your unexpectedness

[Chorus]
Stray bullet
From the barrel of love
Stray bullet
From the heavens above
Stray bullet
Ready or not
I’m the illegitimate Son of God
Stray bullet
From the barrel of love
Stray bullet
From the heavens above
Stray bullet
Ready or not
I’m the illegitimate Son of God
Stray bullet
From the barrel of love
Stray bullet
From the heavens above
Stray bullet
Ready or not
I’m the illegitimate Son of God
Stray bullet
From the barrel of love
Stray bullet
From the heavens above
Stray bullet
Ready or not
I’m the illegitimate Son of God
Stray bullet
From the barrel of love
Stray bullet
From the heavens above
Stray bullet
Ready or not
I’m the illegitimate Son of God

Again I failed to find a live version of the song, so here’s a “20 Questions With KMFDM” -clip from Metal Injection!
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All Songs System Of A Down

System Of A Down – B.Y.O.B. (Bring Your Own Bombs)

System of a Down (also known abbreviated as SoaD or just simply as System) is an Armenian-American heavy metal band formed in Glendale, California in 1994.

Why do they always send the poor?
My God is of Bible blood
With pointed ears
Victorious, victorious steel
Can your spending kneel?
Marching forward hypocritic
And hypnotic computers
You depend on our protection
Yet you feed us lies from the tablecloth

La la la la la la la la la la

Everybody is going to the party
Have a real good time
Dancing in the desert
Blowing up the sunshine
Kneeling roses
Disappearing into Moses’ dry mouth
Breaking into Fort Knox
Stealing our intentions
Every city, gripped in oil
Crying freedom!
Handed to obsoletion
Still you feed us lies from the tablecloth

la la la la la la la la la la

Everybody is going to the party
Have a real good time
Dancing in the desert
Blowing up the sunshine
Everybody is going to the party
Have a real good time
Dancing in the desert
Blowing up the sunshine

Blast off, it’s party time
And we all live in a fascist nation
Blast off, it’s party time
And where the fuck are you?
Where the fuck are you?
Where the fuck are you?
Why don’t presidents fight the war?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why don’t presidents fight the war?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why do they always send the poor?

Kneeling roses
Disappearing into Moses’ dry mouth
Breaking into Fort Knox
Stealing our intentions
Every city, gripped in oil
Crying freedom!
Handed to a obsoletion
Still you feed us lies from the tablecloth

la la la la la la la la la la

Everybody is going to the party
Have a real good time
Dancing in the desert
Blowing up the sunshine
Everybody is going to the party
Have a real good time
Dancing in the desert
Blowing up the sun
Where the fuck are you?
Where the fuck are you?
Why don’t presidents fight the war?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why don’t presidents fight the war?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why do they always send the poor?

Why do they always send the poor?
Why do they always send the poor?
Why do they always send the poor?

They always send the poor!
They always send the poor!

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All Songs Deathstars

Deathstars – Blitzkrieg

Deathstars is a Swedish heavy metal band from Strömstad. Formed in 2000, the group are noted for their dark horror-themed lyrics, pessimistic and misanthropic social commentary, distinctive trademark face paint, dark stage uniforms and physical appearances that correspond to gothic fashion.

In your dreams, hearts shake
Nerves scream, minds break
Heavens turn, grounds crack
Prayers burn, burn black

And it’s all there inside of you
It’s deadly, dark, cold
Can you feel the explosion?
Now lean back and enjoy the show!

Blitzkrieg, blitzkrieg
Blitzkrieg, boom
Blitzkrieg, blitzkrieg
Blitzkrieg, boom

Hope fails, death shines
Long nails, Hell’s vines
Terrors speak, walls fall
Addiction seek, seek it all

And it’s all there inside of you
It’s deadly, dark, cold
Can you feel the explosion?
Now lean back and enjoy the show!

Blitzkrieg, blitzkrieg
Fuck the blitzkrieg, boom
Blitzkrieg, blitzkrieg
Fuck the blitzkrieg, boom

This is the end
Still your need is driven on, driven on
(As we trigger one last bomb)

Wounds bleed, tears ride
Demons feed, angel hide
Fathers sign, mothers weep
Children cry, crying deep

And it’s all inside of you
It’s deadly, dark, cold
Can you feel the explosion?
Now lean back and enjoy the show!

Blitzkrieg, blitzkrieg
Fuck the blitzkrieg, boom
Blitzkrieg, blitzkrieg
Fuck the blitzkrieg, boom

Fuck the world with a gun and a broken blade!

This is the end
Still your need is driven on, driven on
(As we trigger one last bomb)

This is the end
Still your need is driven on, driven on
(As we trigger one last bomb)

This is the end
Still your need is driven on, driven on
(As we trigger one last bomb)

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