Kill them all Steal their gold Feed my boy's killer Feed the young, prepare it save you Feed the boy, hates to kill Feed the young Feed the young Cool
All your fears are lies All your fears are lies All your fears are lies All your fears are lies See through your Tripless, falling, limping, crawling
Far beyond the road Between your house and home There is a churning storm Of hailing burning bones Tiny baby cries Little, tiny pawn In the profit gain
The day will finally come in _____ Cause we have conquered a kingdom And a place of rage Covered with assholes Well here we live To see their fear and
Along her vain parade Along her veins All of seventeen Eyes a purple green Treated like a queen She was on borrowed self-esteem She would do her dance
He did nothing perfectly He did nothing quite well He did nothing perfectly, much better than anyone I've ever seen He did nothing all the time He did
It's creeping In so slow Trapping it, nobody's home (more mumbling) It's creeping in So slow Trapping it, nobody's home [Played backwards, the Santa
So he's afraid he'll suffer his father's fate Two sets of silverware, cups and plates Two burning hands and bleeding hearts Don't feel it's not too late
I don't care if it takes some time I'm gonna make it right I'm gonna make it right Turn the head 360 degrees Bite the hand that feeds I don't care if
My mood was in full swing My mood was in full swing I wanted to be free Free to want so stale I did not want to hear The perfect thing to say Dying to
Smokestack lightning Shine a light home Smokestack lightning Shining like gold Treats me like a clown Wheels go driving slow Trucks me out of town Wheels
Head injury, head injury, head injury You got a kiss for me, it hits me hard You got a fist for me, you love so hard My hands on my head, your words
All your fears are lies All your fears are lies All your fears are lies All your fears are lies _______________________? [unknown line] Clipless, falling
Lyrics by chris cornell Music by kim thayil All of seventeen Eyes a purple green Treated like a queen, she was On borrowed self esteem She would do
It's creeping in so slow Trapping it, nobody's home It's creeping in so slow Trapping it, nobody's home Santa, I love you, baby My Christmas king Santa
Kill them all, steal their gold Feed my boy's killer Feed the young, prepare it save you Feed the boy, hates to kill Feed the young, feed the young Cool
My mood was in full swing My mood was in full swing I wanted to be free Free to watch the hail I did not want to hear The perfect thing to say Dying to
