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Machine Head

A Nation On Fire
A Thousand Lies
All Falls Down
All In Your Head
American High
Bay Of Pigs
Bite The Bullet
Blank Genertation
Block
Blood For Blood
Bulldozer
Burn My Eyes (1994)
Burning Red
Days Turn Blue To Gray
Colors (Ice-T Cover By Machine Head)
Crashing Around You
Davidian
Descend The Shades Of Night
Deafening Silence
Death Church
Desire To Fire
Down To None
Elegy
Exhale The Vile
Five
From This Day
Hole In The Sky
I Defy
Im Your God Now
Imperium
None But My Own
Nausea
Kick You When Youre Down
In The Presence Of My Enemies
Left Unfinished
Message In A Bottle
The Rage To Overcome
Nothing Left
Old
Old Machine
Only The Names
Silver
Spine
Struck A Nerve
Supercharger
Take My Scars
Ten Ton Hammer
The Frontlines
The Blood The Sweat The Tears
Vim
Wipe The Tears
Trephination
Violate
White-Knuckle Blackout
Machine Head : Trephination

I used to want to take a drill to my head
Let the pain out of the hole
I used to want to cut the veins in my neck
Cool the blood boiling my soul
When I wondered, why my daily headaches thundered
Tried to buffer, pushing down the pain I suffered
Mutilated, feeling so humiliated
Cannot wash the dirt off underneath my skin

There was part of me left far behind
When at the age of five years old
I had my innocence taken from me
Emptiness would fill the hole
Now a second grader, thinking why I don't feel better
Why I'm filthy, why the hell I feel so guilty
When drawing stickmen of pornographic men and women
Thinking all the time there's something wrong with me

Everyday, for three years, from dawn 'til dusk a migraine
Would take me and break me
And it'd cripple me so much that
In dreams, it'd seem, with a hole in my temple
That I could probably make my headaches finally go away

Trephination
Trephination
The enemy, inside of me
Won't let me free
Wants me to bleed

And after three years now my headaches wear off
For reasons not quite to me known
The acupuncture needles sticking my skin
Pushed them down as far as they'd go
But now I'm older and now inside my anger smoulders
From depression, to fighting taking out my vengeance
Consequences, now I'd question during sex if...
"Is this how it fucking feels or am I faking it?"

No longer the child that, you left there at the bart tracks
I'm now at seventeen, left in an empty blankness
On drugs, with thugs i'm thinking "Goddamn?"
I'm going to be a failure in the gutter passed out

Trephination
Trephination
This enemy, inside of me
Won't let me free
Wants me to bleed

Now I'm older and in this man an anger smoulders
Now I'm thinking a hole in you is what I'm seeing
Your depression, is the dent I kick in you in vengeance
Consequences are the pain I'd give to you

I know that I'm dreaming, but in this dream I go in
Go through it, and end it
And though I'd never do it
I'm killing you, hand on the trigger - pull it
Your final thought'll be a bullet in your fuckin' head

Trephination
Trephination
This enemy, inside of me
I'm now killing
To make me free

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