I Get It

written by Peter Loeffler, Joe Loeffler, & Samuel Loeffler

So you say you're ignored as it is,
Well give us your sad, sad trip.

You're right I get it,
It all makes sense,
You're the perfect person,
So right/so wrong,
Let's all live in your imaginary life.

Assumed it's whether we're right or wrong,
We're doomed and there's plenty for all.

How dare you catch me counting!
How dare you call at all!
How dare you call this suffering!
How dare you call at all!

You're right I get it,
It all makes sense,
You're the perfect person,
So right/so wrong,
Let's all live in your imaginary life.

Pass on these tenets,
They double in time,
The touch of life,
Once failed to mention so far.

Of course the Law is fountains of face-to-face remorse,
Of fast and restless blackmail like pent up fetish-force.

You're right I get it,
It all makes sense,
You're the perfect person,
So right/so wrong,
Let's all live in your imaginary life.

Do you want it enough?
Do you want it at all?
Should you need it at all?
Takes a minute to see.

Do you want it enough?
Do you want it at all?
Should you need it at all?
Do you want it or not?

You're right I get it,
It all makes sense,
You're the perfect person,
So right/so wrong,
Let's all live in your imaginary life.

Life...
Life...
Life.

The Clincher

written by Peter Loeffler & Samuel Loeffler

TOUCH!

I'll stand for nothing less,
Or never stand again,
These are the limits when one's buried,
This body's left the soul.

Could we have known?
Never would I help to nail down.

Careful of drifting off,
Now losing taste and touch,
Turning a pale blue leaning in to say,
This body's left the soul.

The brain needs oxygen,
Can't sneak around this bait,
His catacomb has got me by the chin,
This body's left the soul.

Could we have known?
Never would I help to nail down,
With nothing to gain here's the clincher,
This should be you.

Now saturate,
Now saturate,
Now saturate,
Now saturate and touch.

Now saturate,
Now saturate,
Now saturate the Earth.

Now saturate,
Now saturate,
Now saturate the Earth.

Well could we have known?
Never would I help to nail down,
I'll stand for nothing less,
With nothing to gain here's the clincher,
This should be you,
Made cold and crippled.

This happened to be never changing,
Holding inside?
Or never stand again,
The phobia viewed,
Made cold and crippled,
Ending it all.

Now saturate,
Now saturate,
Now saturate,
Now saturate the Earth.

Now saturate,
Now saturate,
Now saturate.

Voices

written by Dan Donegan, David Draiman, Fuzz, & Mike Wengren

So are you breathing?
So are you breathing now?
Are you breathing?
So are you breathing now?

Wake up are you alive?
Will you listen to me?
I'm gonna talk about some freaky shit now,
Someone is gonna die,
Will you listen to me?
Let the living die,
Let the living die.

Wake up are you alive?
Will you listen to me?
I'm gonna talk about some freaky shit now,
Someone is gonna die,
Will you listen to me?
Let the living die,
Let the living die.

Say are you breathing now?
Do the Wicked see you?
You still breathing?
You're making me known.

Are you breathing now?
Do the Wicked see you?
You still breathing?!

So what's up I wonder why do you listen to me?
I'm gonna make you do some freaky shit now,
Insane you're gonna die,
Will you listen to me?
Let the living die,
Let the living die.

What's up I wonder why do you listen to me?
I'm gonna make you do some freaky shit now,
Insane you're gonna die,
Will you listen to me?
Let the living die,
Let the living die.

Say are you breathing now?
Do the Wicked see you?
You still breathing?
You're making me known.

Are you breathing now?
Do the Wicked see you?
You still breathing?!

So...

Can you imagine how good going through this will make you feel? I promise, no one will ever know. There will be no chance of you getting caught. They never loved you anyway. So come on, be a Man and do what you are compelled to do. Save me God!!!!

I can hear the voice but I don't want to listen,
Strap me down and tell me I'll be alright,
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 want to listen,
Strap me down and tell me I'll be alright,
I can feel the subliminal need to be one with the voice,
And make everything alright.

Are you breathing now?
Do the Wicked see you?
You still breathing?
You're making me known.

Are you breathing now?
Do the Wicked see you?
You still breathing?!

So are you breathing?
So do you breathe now?
Now are you breathing?
So do you breath now?

Seven Years

written by Cover Reber, Justin Shekoski, Zach Kennedy, Beau Burchell, & Alex Rodriguez

Taking on 7 years,
The Holy Ghost had left alone,
Test my arms and kick like crazy,
I’ve been trying way too long.

Only push the way off to fight you,
Now I’m sorry,
I’m sorry I’m not sure,
Getting off my chest the story ends.

I would find a way without...
Tell him his eyes see too clear,
I would find a way without you,
Tell him his eyes see too clear.

That mistake was gold,
Because without you,
Is something that I could never do.

That was right staple the eyes,
And seven dates for me,
To sell machines and tear on.

7 years,
You assured me,
That I’d be fine,
If I complied.

Only push the way off to fight you,
Only push the way off to fight you,
Now I’m sorry,
I’m sorry I’m not sure,
Getting off my chest the story ends.

I would find a way without...
Tell him his eyes see too clear,
I would find a way without you,
Tell him his eyes see too clear.

That mistake was gold,
Because without you,
Is something that I could never do.

That was why step on the cold,
And seven dates for me,
To sell machines and tear on.

Don’t treat me I’m to blame,
I'm sorry, I'm sorry I'm not sure,
Don’t treat me like I ever accused you,
I'm sorry, I'm sorry I'm not sure.

Don’t treat me I’m to blame,
I'm sorry, I'm sorry I'm not sure,
Don’t treat me like I ever accused you,
I'm sorry, I'm sorry I'm not sure.

Don’t treat me I’m to blame,
I'm sorry, I'm sorry I'm not sure,
Don’t treat me like I ever accused you,
I'm sorry, I'm sorry I'm not sure.