Grayson made me.
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{{Note: Yes, I changed the order after I uploaded. The one on the 'sleeve' is the correct order.}}1. Dirty Martini - David Arnold
(instrumental)
2. God Given - Nine Inch NailsHey man, please don't make a sound
Take a look around, can't you see what's right in front of you
Have a little taste, no more time to waste
You don't wanna get left behind cause it's all coming down right now
How hard is it to see
Put your faith in me
I sure wouldn't want to be praying to
To the wrong piece of wood
You should get where you belong
Everything you know is wrong
Come on, sing along, everybody now
God given
And He gives us sight
And we see the light
And it burned so bright
Now we know we're right
And His kingdom come
And Thy will be done
We have just begun
We're the chosen one
3. Mama - My Chemical Romance
Mama, we all go to hell
Mama, we all go to hell
I'm writing this letter and wishing you well
Mama, we all go to hell
Oh well now
Mama, we're all gonna die
Mama, we're all gonna die
Stop asking me questions
I'd hate to see you cry
Mama, we're all gonna die
And when we go don't blame us, yeah
We'll let the fire just bathe us, yeah
You made us all so famous
We'll never let you go
And when you go don't return to me my love
Mama, we're all full of lies
Mama, we're meant for the flies
And right now they're building a coffin your size
Mama, we're all full of lies
Well mother, what the war did to my legs and to my tongue
You should have raised a baby girl
I should have been a better son
If you could
coddle the infection
They can amputate at once
You should have been
I could have been a better son
And when we go don't blame us,yeah
We'll let the fire just bathe us, yeah
You made us all so famous
We'll never let you go
She said 'You ain't no son of mine'
For what you done they're gonna find
A place for you and just you mind
Your manners when you go
And when you go don't return to me my love
That's right
Mama, we all go to hell
Mama, we all go to hell
It's really quite pleasant
Except for the smell
Mama, we all go to hell
Two - Three - Four
Mama!
Mama!
Mama!
Ohhhhhh!!!
Mama!
Mama!
Mama!
Ma...
And if you would call me your sweetheart
I'd maybe then sing you a song
But the shit that I've done
With this fuck of a gun
You would cry out your eyes all along
We're damned after all
Through fortune and flame we fall
And if you can say then I'll show you the way to return from the ashes you call...
We all carry on
When our brothers in arms are gone
So raise your glass high
For tomorrow we die
And return from the ashes you call...
4. Truce - The Dresden DollsYou can have Washington I'll take new jersey
You can have London but I want New York City
I should get Providence I've got a job now
Los Angeles - obvious - that's where you belong now
You can have Africa Asia Australia
As long as you keep your hands off Cafe Pamplona
We can split Germany right down the middle
You'd hate it there anyway
Take Berlin and well call it even
You can take all of the carry-on baggage
I'll trade the saskia jokes for the alphabet language
And if we find out that we have any children
We'll trade them off summers and alternating weekends
You call it over and I call you psycho
Significant other?
Just say we were lovers and we'll call it even
We'll call it even
I am the ground zero ex-friend you ordered
Disguised as a hero to get past your borders
I know when I'm wanted, I'll leave when you ask me to
Mind my own business and speak when I'm spoken to
I am the tower around which you orbited
I am not proud, I am just taking orders
I fall to the ground within moments of impact
I hit back if hit
And attack if attacked
You get route 2 between Concord and Lexington
I want Mass Ave from the square to my apartment
And if we should meet through some misunderstanding
I'll be very sweet very patient and forgiving
(Now get off my side of the state)
And if we should meet one another in passing
Despite these techniques there is sometimes no avoiding
(There must be some kind of mistake)
We'll raise high our white flags and say hi and shake hands
Declaring the land we're on un-American
We'll call it even
I am the tower around which you orbited
I am not proud, I am just taking orders
I fall to the ground within moments of impact
I hit back if hit
And attack if attacked
I am an accident waiting to happen
I'm laughing like mad while you strangle the captain
My place may be taken, but make no mistake
From a little black black box i can say without shame
That you've lost
Do you know what you've lost?
So take whatever you'd like
I'll strike like the States on fire
You won't sleep very tight
No hiding
No safe covers
Make your bed and now lie
Just like you always do
You can fake it for the papers, but I'm on to you....
5. Glass Danse - The Faint
Feel the vapour pressure drop as the dark steam pours out the entrance
The real cold world is swirling into a club that keeps the real life world out
Where ever sense seems deathly weak from the frozen time you spent in transit
The glass danse world flickers on and the low end thaws your anxious body
Maybe I feel detached,
I may just look to shy
It's a disinterest
Not that I'm a timid guy
I call them bodies but
They are attentive too
I feel the social glare
I feel the attitude
Watch as mirrors clear themselves with the breath of frigid air that eased in
Made up babies all rotate as a siren spins a beam of amber
Time sliced beat by beat, in a row, in a club, in a line, in the city
The glass danse world flickers on because the cycle happens enough:
A baby falls out warm
It's screaming for it's life
An infant tries to dance
As it grows up then dies
That's simplified but oh
When your complexion dries
You wake up cold and think
You wish it'd been this way
6. Mr. Self Destruct - Nine Inch Nails I am the voice inside your head
And I control you
I am the lover in your bed
and I control you
I am the sex that you provide
And I control you
I am the hate you try to hide
And I control you
I take you where you want to go
I give you all you need to know
I drag you down I use you up
Mr. Self Destruct
I speak religion's message clear
And I control you
I am denial guilt and fear
And I control you
I am the prayers of the naive
And I control you
I am the lie that you believe
And I control you
I take you where you want to go
I give you all you need to know
I drag you down I use you up
Mr. Self Destruct
I am the needle in your vein
(You let me do this to you, I am an exit)
I am the high you can't sustain
(You let me do this to you, I am an exit)
I am the pusher I'm a whore
(You let me do this to you, I am an exit)
I am the need you have for more
(You let me do this to you, I am an exit)
I am the bullet in the gun
And I control you
I am the truth from which you run
And I control you
I am the silencing machine
And I control you
I am the end of all your dreams
And I control you
I take you where you want to go
I give you all you need to know
I drag you down I use you up
Mr. Self Destruct
7. Blood - My Chemical Romance
Well they encourage your complete cooperation
Send you roses when they think you need to smile
I can't control myself because I don't know how
And they love me for it honestly I'll be here for a while
So give them blood, blood
Gallons of the stuff
Give them all that they can drink and it will never be enough
So give them blood, blood, blood
Grab a glass because there's going to be a flood.
A celebrated man amongst the gurnies
They can fix me proper with a bit of luck
The doctors and the nurses they adore me so
But it's really quite alarming cause I'm such an awful duck
I gave you blood, blood
Gallons of the stuff
I gave you all that you can drink and it has never been enough
I gave you blood, blood, blood
I'm the kind of human wreckage that you love!
8. Edit - Regina SpektorWhite lines on your mind
Keep it steady
You were never ready for the lies
White lines on your mind
Keep it steady
You were never ready for the lies
You don't have no doctor Robert
You don't have no uncle Albert
You don't even have good credit
You can write but you can't edit
You don't have no doctor Robert
You don't have no uncle Albert
You don't even have good credit
You can write but you can't edit
Edit, edit, edit, edit, edit, edit...
White lines on your mind
Keep it steady
You were never ready for the lies
You don't have no doctor Robert
You don't have no uncle Albert
You don't even have good credit
You can write but you can't edit
Edit, edit, edit, edit, edit, edit...
9. A Mad Russian's Christmas - Trans-Siberian Orchestra
(instrumental)
10. Love Rhymes with Hideous Car Wreck - The Blood BrothersThose tire tracks
Zigzag your torso like a Devil's self portrait.
The car accident, the skin graft treatment, the flower baskets,
The wincing relatives...
You bid her farewell then you got in your car
And that's the last thing that you can recall.
And when they pulled you out
You didn't know your name
Exploding semi truck blurred your face with flame...
You met Jane four years ago today
Dancing at some vomit-stained frat party.
Her newspaper gown, glowing headline brown, her violent gypsy dance,
Her tired underpants...
Love
Rhymes with pity now
Love
Rhymes with sympathy now
Jane let you touch and feel her
She was so free like a pineapple in a tree
You said it's dangerous
To be so intimate
You know it's dangerous, dangerous, dangerous.
Jane said when she laid on her back
The sun hit her body like an ugly landscape.
But some things never get better
Like used cars and bad livers.
So you traded her in for a better looking brand.
One with fake porno tits
A pad lock on her lips
Disposable tan
Biodegradable hands.
Back at the hospital
You got no visitors at all.
She visits you in your sleep,
But that newspaper gown is always on fire
She met him a week after you left her
When you tossed out her touch to the garbage collector.
He talked her out of her skirt in his beer-soaked apartment
And then they did all the things
You never said that you wanted.
And the sirens are laughing underneath your skull.
And your thoughts are turning dull, callous and cold.
Yesterday you gave your burden a name.
Yesterday you gave your burden a face.
But your burden looks an awful lot like her.
Love
Rhymes with pity now
Love
Rhymes with sympathy now
11. Holy Dread! - Clint Mansell
(instrumental)
