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Entombed lyrics
Album: Morning Star [2002]
| Chief Rebel Angel | |
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Down here on the ground
since it all began.
Experiment in moral and behavior.
In spite of all imperfection,
I’m a fan of man.
The worm is my rose too.
Many my name
but one and the same
chaos, being
and the everlasting flame
Phosphoros,
Lucifer
Stand up!
In praise of the morning star!
Phosphoros,
Lucifer
Say it!
Chief rebel angel!
Phosphoros,
Lucifer
Stand up!
In praise of the morning star!
Don’t get too cocky,
keep yourself small.
Don’t ever let them see you coming.
Look at me,
underestimated from day one.
You never see me coming,
I’m a surprise.
Solid my game,
we’re one and the same.
The chaos, the being,
and the everlasting flame!
Phosphoros,
Lucifer
Stand up!
In praise of the morning star!
Phosphoros,
Lucifer
Say it!
Chief rebel angel!
Phosphoros,
Lucifer
Stand up!
In praise of the morning star!
Watching, waiting
Holding my breath,
but I'm no puppeteer
The stage is set,
you pull your own strings now.
Like butterfly wings,
once they're touched,
they never leave the ground.
No, I don't make things happen here!
Phosphoros,
Lucifer
Stand up!
In praise of the morning star!
Phosphoros,
Lucifer
Say it!
Chief rebel angel!
Phosphoros,
Lucifer
Stand up!
In praise of the morning star!
Phosphoros,
Lucifer
Say my name!
Phosphoros,
Lucifer
Say my name!
Phosphoros,
Lucifer
Say my name!
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| I for an Eye | |
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God is waiting, always hating
Endlessly
Loss of life means nothing now
That everything is free
Never in your wildest dreams could you anticipate this loss
impotent redeemer hanging helpless on the cross
I for an eye, tooth for a truth
Pain in kind
Try to see things straight
The hate has made you blind
Inbred soul cries out in anguish
Nightmare ended, life surrended
Spent a lifetime shooting up
But still they drag you down
Deliberate infliction
From a whiter shade of brown
I for an eye, tooth for a truth
Spinal staircase
Comprehension sets in violent embrace
I for an eye, tooth for a truth
Pain in kind
Manic,
Always searching what you'll never find
(You're blind)
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| Bringer of Light | |
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Listen,
no-one knows.
True evil never shows.
You cannot
see its face.
True evil travels without trace.
No, it never dies.
Always on the rise.
Evil this good need no disguise.
Shit-caked.
Moral slide.
Soul-sized token entry side.
No, it never dies.
A modern hell is an enterprise.
At the head of all tables,
bringer of light.
Here I am.
I'm your man.
I will kill you if I must,
I will help you if I can.
I'm your man.
At the head of all tables,
bringer of light.
Here I am.
I'm your man.
I will help you if I must,
I will kill you if I can.
It's a cosmic gag reel,
life turning on itself.
Cathedral-sized egos,
empty top shelves.
The rules are set in opposition.
It's the goof of all times.
Schoolgirls selling sex at intermission.
It's ok, it's not a crime.
I give you pleasure,
fulfill every need.
I take the bricks out of the briefcase.
I set this whole thing free.
I am your man.
At the head of all tables,
bringer of light.
Here I am.
I'm your man.
I will kill you if I must,
I will help you if I can.
I'm your man.
At the head of all tables,
bringer of light.
Here I am.
I'm your man.
I will help you if I must,
I will kill you if I can.
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| Ensemble of the Restless | |
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Uncivilize,
destroy our youth.
There's no end of
this shocking truth.
Reinforcements
of postponed sell outs.
We're all starving
and full of doubts.
No, no ground of truth.
No, no foundations.
What's this coming to?
Hail, hail the devestation.
Is it the truth or your image
that makes your life worth living?
You're in love with a dream
of an image not given.
Take out their palace
and burn their flags.
You're all dying
in your dress rehearsal rags.
Reinforcements,
we're more than less.
An auto-pilot.
Ensemble of the restless!
No, no ground of truth.
No, no foundations.
What's this coming to?
Hail, hail the devestation.
Is it the truth or your image
that makes your life worth living?
You're in love with a dream
of an image not given.
They don't like us around here.
They hate us everywhere.
We'll deny nothing.
We hate eachother
Openly!
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| Out of Heaven | |
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Selling sin is easy
Tainted empty v
Your eyes are heavy by the things you see
An uncontrolled addiction
You're all hooked up
A lost generation that's all corrupt
Why don't you know that you're all being sold
Chased out of heaven
Down into the hole
You don't know
Life it ain't that easy
Living on your knees
Your eyes been blinded
Doing everything to please
Empty V religion
Requires no response
It makes up your opinion more than once
Are you really for sale?
you have not yet failed
Why don't you know that you're all being sold
Chased out of heaven
Down into the hole
You don't know
Charismatic Selflessness
Fall out of your role
You don't know
Check out your colors
In your feeding frenzy soul
All hooked up
Drifting out of focus
In and out of control
All corrupt
Check from Heaven
Now feeding the hole
No response
Are you really for sale
You have not yet failed
Charismatic Selflessness
Fall out of your role
You don't know
Check out your colors
In your feeding frenzy soul
All corrupt
Drifting out of focus
In and out of control
No response
Check from heaven
Now feeding the hole
Copy Imitate Mechanical
No heart Fall in Don't stand out
Machinery Sell-out
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| Young Man Nihilist | |
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Young man, atheist
There's someone there
You can't see in lights
Young man, Naturalist
Your eyes are heavy
From sleepless nights
Feed the conflict into your head
Young man, atlas
There are places
Without ground of reality
Young man nihilist
Dematerialize
The prediction of insanity
Just feed the conflict into your head
Freedom is just a state of mind
Asleep with dead eyes open
Affraid to put the words onto paper
Affraid of the gates
About to crack open
Man, it's about time to let your spirit pass thru
Are you north or south bound?
It's all up to you
It's so up to you
Just feed the conflict into your head
Freedom is just a state of mind
Asleep with dead eyes open
Affraid to put the words onto paper
Affraid of the gates
About to crack open
Man, it's about time to let your spirit pass thru
Are you north or south bound?
It's all up to you
It's so up to you
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| Year One Now | |
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Take out the failures
Erase the existence
Break down the values
Break down the system
No, can't co-exist
It's year one now
No, can't co-exist
It's year one now
Sadistic solutions to mankind's abortion
Wipe out the traces of historic creations
No, can't co-exist
It's year one now
No, can't co-exist
It's year one now
Die die die die
Kill kill kill kill
Die die die die
Kill kill kill kill
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| Fractures | |
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This is my opinion
These are my demands
It is my new face
It's where I stand
This is not a lecture to increase your wealth
And it's not a permit to only think for yourself
I'd like to see you corrected
I'd like to see you destroyed
What is not believd in
I'm glad to be of use
What is not in need for
Still a bit obtuse
My independence is my dependence
It's my only option
It's all that makes sense
Your basic standards
The thorn in your side
The technology that you're imprisoned by
I'd like to see you corrected
I'd like to see you destroyed
What is not believd in
I'm glad to be of use
What is not in need for
Still a bit obtuse
What is not believed in
In these fractured skulls
What is not in need for
Of these poor old gulls
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| When It Hits Home | |
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Greed
It's really no mystery
Where these people come from is so fucking plain to see
They fist-fuck the planet and smile
And lick their fingers clean
Hey
You're better than all the rest
You're god's special creature
Intelligence at it's best
You fist-suck the planet in style
And lick your fingers clean
But now you wake up in a pile of shit
Gone is the dream
[Chorus:]
And you scream but there's no-one there
You got to pay your own fare
Your dick is sore and you're all alone
Hurts like hell when it hits home
Now, listen
Prepare to suck cock in hell
It's really not all that bad once you get past the smell
You fist-fucked the planet and smiled
And licked your fingers clean
As gods come and go
You did not make the winning team
[chorus]
You're god's special little creature
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| City of Ghosts | |
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Born and predicted
to always be wrong.
The same old bullshit,
the same old song.
Familiar patterns,
familiar hosts.
The city's crowded
with the sideshow ghosts.
The city of refugees
they're all in fatigue
You're all bullshit
of the same old league
Familiar patterns
familiar hosts,
The city's crowded
with the sideshow ghosts.
City of ghost!
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| About to Die | |
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I am the machine
I am the insect
I am the one you least suspect
I am the cancer in your soul
Better treat me with respect
The moment you saw me you knew you were in shit
You hate me all the time you can
And your tomorrow is gonna be a drag
Go on and scream while you still can
Cuz you're about to die
Die, you know it
You're about to die, die
I'm the unbalance
I'm the terror
In your made up atmosphere
I'm the disturbance of the universe
Your constant living fear
You're about to die
Die, you're about to die
I am and I shall be to the end
Can you spend your life like this?
You're crying like a woman
When you're about to die
die, just fucking die
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| Mental Twin | |
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Me and myself
We're not one of you
We have an alibi to always get thru
Me and myself
My mentor and guide
You're my tormentor
Always by my side
Not going downward - mental twin
Not going downward - mental twin
Not going downward, downward
Instrument evil mental twin
Me and myself
We're king, yeah, we're kong
We will let you down
When you're weak we are strong
Not going downward - mental twin
Not going downward - mental twin
Not going downward, downward
Infernal evil mental twin
Me and myself
We do what we claim
We mean what we say
Only shreds will remain
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