Hallowed Be Thy Name

written by Steve Harris

I'm waiting in my cold cell,
When the bell begins to chime,
Reflecting on my past life,
And it doesn't have much time.

Cause at 5 o'clock,
They take me to the Gallow's Pole,
The Sands of Time,
For me are running low,
Running low.

When the Priest comes to read me The Last Rights,
Take a look through the bars at the last sights,
Of a world that has gone very wrong for me.

Can it be that there's some sort of error?
Hard to stop the surmounting terror,
Is it really the end not some crazy dream?

Somebody please tell me that I'm dreaming,
It's not easy to stop from screaming,
But words escape me when I try to speak.

Tears fall but why am I crying?
After all I'm not afraid of dying,
Don't I believe that there never is an end?

As the Guards march me out to the courtyard,
Somebody cries from a cell God be with you,
If there's a God then why has He let me go?

As I walk my life drifts before me,
Though the end is near I'm not sorry,
Catch my soul it's willing to fly away.

Mark my words believe my soul lives on,
Don't worry now I have gone,
Gone beyond to seek the truth.

When you know that your time is close at hand,
Maybe then you'll begin to understand,
Life down here is just a strange illusion.

Hallowed be thy name,
Hallowed be thy name.

Nutsymptom

written by Aaron Wills, Chad Sexton, SA Martinez, Nick Hexum, & miT Mahoney

The cold funk has you sunk,
Feel the mids pump,
Blessed are those who erupt,
When we turn up,
Right now we corrupt,
Cons the shades,
We don in the neon night,
We're gonna feed on the mics,
And blast through a pipe.

I gotta cool capability,
To toast and ill,
Yo my Daddy told me,
Hey Son you must act chill!

Alien rough,
My galaxy is tough,
Here comes the bang,
Of a hip-hop thang,
That we bring and swing,
Men from Mars aint ever gonna hang,
With dope Buddha's,
Come to the stage,
We are attackin Space Assassin.

Naked live,
And never slacking,
Come a day,
On the way,
Enter one S.A.

Amplified form another world far away,
I got the pang of a gang,
And I come from the Southside
Here's the thang that I bring,
And I promise to come live.

While the masses passes,
Upon there fucking asses,
And if you don't see get glasses,
That is a shot out to the words of Curt Grubb,
The motherfucker is not scrub,
I said the man is the kind.

With the one that I call Brine Shrimp,
We nover ever do skimp,
I limp on a stage in a huff,
Like magic dragon I puff,
On the stuff of a Humbolt cone,
Then I'm stonded watch out!

Smoke the weed that come from Northern California,
Don't no cocaine that come from Columbia,
That the thing that mash up your nature,
Mash up your body and mash up your culture,
Take a tip from the the flipped script of Daddy Freddy,
I give complete props to the one that rocks steady with dexterity.

And goes on and on and on,
And turn out the dope shit,
Like the one that's called Pawn Shop Press,
Yes it's on!
What's up?
P-Nut change it up!
One time from your mind,
Watch out!

Little 15

written by Martin L Gore

Little 15,
You help her forget,
The world outside,
You're not part of it yet.

And if you could drive,
You could drive her away,
To a happier place,
To a happier day.

That exists in your mind,
And in your smile,
She could escape there,
Just for awhile,
Little 15.

Little 15,
Why take the smooth with the rough?
When things run smooth,
It's already more than enough.

She knows your mind,
Is not yet in league,
With the rest of the world,
And it's little intriges.

Do you understand?
Do you know what she means?
As time goes by,
And when you've seen what she's seen,
You will Little 15.

Little 15,
Why does she have to defend,
Her feelings inside?
Why pretend?

She's not had a life,
A life of near misses,
Now all that she wants,
Is three little wishes.

She wants to see with your eyes,
She wants to smile with your smile,
She wants a nice surprise,
Every once in awhile.

She wants to see with your eyes,
She wants to smile with your smile,
She wants a nice surprise,
Every once in awhile,
Little 15.

Suite-Pee

written by Daryn Makakian & Serj Tankian

I had an out of body experience,
The other day,
Her name was Jesus,
And for Her everyone cried,
And everyone cried,
And everyone cried.

Try Her philosophy,
Try Her philosophy,
Try Her philosophy,
Try.

You die for Her philosophy?
Die for Her philosophy?
Die Her philosophy,
Die!

Crossed and terrored,
Ravages of architecture,
Lend me thy blades,
We're crossed and terrored,
Ravages of architecture,
Hoised on the spades.

Try Her philosophy,
Try Her philosophy,
Try Her philosophy,
Try.

You die for Her philosophy?
Die for Her philosophy?
Die Her philosophy,
Die!

Die!
Die!
Die!
Why?

Lie naked on the floor,
And let the Messiah,
Go all through our souls.

Lie naked on the floor,
And let the Messiah,
Go all through our souls.

Die!
Like a mother fucker!
Die!
Like a mother fucker!
Die!
Like a mother fucker!
Why?
Like a mother fucker!

I want to fuck my way to The Garden,
Cause everyone needs a mother, fucker!

The following of a Christ,
The following of a Christ,
The following of a Christ,
The following of a Christ.

The falling of Christ,
The falling of Christ,
The falling of Christ,
The falling of Christ.