MUSIC BY D. MALAKIAN.LYRICS BY D. MALAKIAN AND S. TANKIAN.

Breathing each other’s livesHolding this in mind

That if we fall, we all fallAnd we fall alone

The cold insincerity of steel machinesHave consumed our euphoria

Transforming us into muted dreamsDreaming of the day that

We attackAttack, attack your fetal servitude

We attackAttack, attack, attack with pesticide

We attackAll the years of propaganda

We shall attackBooks illustrate what we already know

Candles cry towards the skyRacing your flags along polluted coasts

Dreaming of the day thatWe attack

Attack, attack your fetal servitudeWe attack

Attack, attack, attack with pesticideWe attack

All the years of propagandaWe shall attack

AttackAttack

Breathing each other’s livesHolding this in mind

That if we fall, we all fallAnd we fall alone

Breathing each other’s livesHolding this in mind

That if we fall, we all fallAnd we fall alone

What’s the philosophy of displaced minesThe bombing of all homes and villagesTruth is the only sword bleeding minds

Bleeding till the day thatWe attack

Attack, attack your fetal servitudeWe attack

Attack, attack, attack with pesticideWe attack

All the years of propagandaWe shall attack

Attack all the homes and villagesAttack all the schools and hospitalsYou attack all the rapes and pillages

We shall attackWe shall attack

MUSIC BY D. MALAKIAN AND S. ODADJIAN.LYRICS BY D. MALAKIAN AND S. TANKIAN.

For today we will take the body parts and put them onthe wall

For treated indigenously, digenouslyHuman right is private blue chip, pry

We’re the prophetic generation of bottled water, bottled water

Causing poor populations to die, to die, to die(For treated indigenously, digenously)(Human right is private blue chip, pry)You, you went beyond and you lost it all

Why did you go thereFrom beyond you saw it all why did you

We lost consumer confidence in casual karma, casual karma

Confetti, camouflage, camouflage, the flage, the flage(For treated indigenously, digenously)(Human right is private blue chip, pry)

We’re the prophetic generation of bottled water, bottled water

Causing poor populations to die, to die, to die(For treated indigenously, digenously)(Human right is private blue chip, pry)You, you went beyond and you lost it all

Why did you go thereFrom beyond you saw it all why did you go there

She lost her mindSomeone kicked her into the back of the line

She lost her headWhen they called and they said that they thought he

was deadDreaming of screaming

Someone kick me out of my mindI hate these thoughts I can’t deny

Dreaming of screamingSomeone kick me out of my mindI hate these thoughts I can’t de—

We lost consumer confidence in casual karma, casual karma

Confetti, camouflage, camouflage, the flage, the flage(For treated indigenously, digenously)(Human right is private blue chip, pry)

We’re the prophetic generation of bottled water, bottled water

Causing poor populations to die, to die, to die(For treated indigenously, digenously)(Human right is private blue chip, pry)You, you went beyond and you lost it all

Why did you go thereFrom beyond you saw it all why did you

Dreaming of screamingSomeone kick me out of my mindI hate these thoughts I can’t deny

Dreaming of screamingSomeone kick me out of my mindI hate these thoughts I can’t deny

You will take the body parts and put them up on the wallAnd bring the dark disaster

MUSIC BY D. MALAKIAN.LYRICS BY D. MALAKIAN.

So I felt like the biggest asshole(Felt like the biggest asshole)When I killed your rock ‘n roll(Mow down the sexy people)Every time I look in your eyesEveryday I’m watching you dieAll the thoughts I see in you

About how ISo I felt like the biggest asshole

(Felt like the biggest asshole)When I killed your rock ‘n roll(Mow down the sexy people)Every time I look in your eyesEveryday I’m watching you dieAll the thoughts I see in you

About how IEat all the grass

Eat all the grass that you wantAccidents happen in the dark

Eat all the grass that you wantAccidents happen in the dark

Eat all the grass that you wantAccidents happen in the dark

Eat all the grass that you wantAccidents happen

Every time I look in your eyesEveryday I’m watching you dieAll the thoughts I see in you

About how ISo I felt like the biggest asshole

When I killed rock ‘n rollAnd I felt like the biggest asshole

When I kill rock ‘n roll

MUSIC BY D. MALAKIAN.LYRICS BY D. MALAKIAN AND S. TANKIAN.

Why don’t you ask the kids at Tiananmen SquareWas fashion the reason why they were there

They disguise it hypnotize itTelevision made you buy itI’m just sitting in my car

And waiting for myShe’s scared that I will take her away from there

Her dreams and her country left with no one thereMezmerize the simple mindedPropaganda leaves us blinded

I’m just sitting in my carAnd waiting for my girl

I’m just sitting in my carAnd waiting for my girl

I’m just sitting in my carAnd waiting for my girl

I’m just sitting in my carAnd waiting for my girl

MUSIC BY D. MALAKIAN.LYRICS BY D. MALAKIAN AND S. TANKIAN.

Yeah, oh rightYeah, oh right

Two skiesWatching it all, fading

Two skiesLiving it all, fading

Two skiesWatching it all, fading

Two skies fadingOne’s abating

Two sunsLiving it all, dyingTwo suns fighting

One’s abidingTwo suns

Watching them both fightingTwo suns

Seeing them both dyingTwo suns

Watching them both fightingTwo suns fighting

One’s abidingTwo skies

Seeing them both dyingTwo skies fading

One’s abatingCrack pipes, needles, PCP and fast cars

Kind of mix really well in a dead movie starIf I feel like talking, I never be wrong

If I feel like walking, you best come alongI close my windows

Crank the heat up highTill my palms are wetAnd my tongue is dry

I’m looking for a motherThat will get me high

Just a stupid motherfuckerIf I die, I die

I’m a midnight fistfightLooking for a motherThat will get me high

Just a stupid motherfuckerIf I die, I die

I’m a midnight fistfightLooking for a motherThat will get me high

Just a stupid motherfuckerIf I die, I die

AlrightI’m looking for a mother

That will get me highJust a stupid motherfucker

If I die, I die(Two suns fighting, one’s abiding)

AlrightLooking for a motherThat will get me high

Just a stupid motherfuckerIf I die, I die

(Two skies fading, one’s abating)Cause I’m looking for a mother

That will get me highJust a stupid motherfucker

If I die, I die

(Two suns fighting, one’s abiding)I’m looking for a mother

That will get me highI’m a stupid motherfucker

If I die, I die(Two skies, two suns, watching them all go)

Yeah, alright, yeah, alright

MUSIC BY D. MALAKIAN.LYRICS BY D. MALAKIAN AND S. TANKIAN.

Superstition taking all of us for a rideMimes overtaken by the signs of the Right

The bombs are falling overhead with no sightWhile you are talking all detached, so tell us

Where you goingTo the bottomDo you hear usWe are rotting

We’re going down in a spiral to the groundNo one, no one’s gonna save us now

Ceremonies have killed religions for they provideThe masked comforts to delusionals, they’re all in fright

The true believer’s head was bathed in sunlightWhile you are walking all detached, so tell us

Where you goingTo the bottomDo you hear usWe are rotting

We’re going down in a spiral to the groundNo one, no one’s gonna save us now

Not even God, no one saved usNo one’s gonna save us

Where do you expect us to go when the bombs fall?Where do you expect us to go when the bombs fall?

Where do you expect them to go when the bombs fall?Where do you expect us to go when the bombs fall?

Superstition taking all of us for a rideMimes overtaken by the signs of the Right

The bombs are falling overhead with no sightWhile you are talking all detached, detached, detached,

detached, detachedGoing down, in a spiral to the groundNo one, no one’s gonna save us now

Not even God, no one saved us, no one saved usNo one saved us, no one’s gonna save us now

Where do you expect us to go when the bombs fall?

MUSIC BY D. MALAKIAN AND S. ODADJIAN.LYRICS BY D. MALAKIAN AND S. TANKIAN.

Melt in the sunMelt in the sun

Who wants to come with me and melt in the sun?Hide in the skyHide in the sky

Who wants to come with me and hide in the sky?You and me

Should go outside and beat ‘em beat ‘em beat ’em, beat‘em beat ‘em beat ’em

All pathetic flag waving ignorant geeksAnd we’ll eat ‘em eat ‘em eat ‘em eat ‘em eat ‘em eat ‘em

Come join the causeCome join the cause

Who wants to come with me and come join the cause?

Hide in the skyHide in the sky

Who wants to come with me and hide in the sky?You and me

Should go outside and beat ‘em beat ‘em beat ’em beat‘em beat ‘em beat ’em

All pathetic flag waving ignorant geeksAnd we’ll eat ‘em eat ‘em eat ‘em eat ‘em eat ‘em eat ‘em

You and meShould go outside and beat ‘em beat ‘em beat ’em beat

‘em beat ‘em beat ’emAll pathetic flag waving ignorant geeks

And we’ll eat ‘em eat ‘em eat ‘em eat ‘em eat ‘em eat ‘emRealize you’re blind

And we’re out of timeIt’ll show your mind

Melt in the sunMelt in the sun

Who wants to come with me and melt in the sun?Hide in the skyHide in the sky

Who wants to come with me and hide in the sky?You and me

Should go outside and beat ‘em beat ‘em beat ’em beat‘em beat ‘em beat ’em

All pathetic flag waving ignorant geeksAnd we’ll eat ‘em eat ‘em eat ‘em eat ‘em eat ‘em eat ‘em

You and meShould go outside and beat ‘em beat ‘em beat ’em beat

‘em beat ‘em beat ’emAll pathetic flag waving ignorant geeks

And we’ll eat ‘em eat ‘em eat ‘em eat ‘em eat ‘em eat ‘emEat ‘em eat ‘em eat ‘em eat ‘em eat ‘em eat ‘emEat ‘em eat ‘em eat ‘em eat ‘em eat ‘em eat ‘emEat ‘em eat ‘em eat ‘em eat ‘em eat ‘em eat ‘em

It’ll show your mindThat you have a mind

MUSIC BY D. MALAKIAN.LYRICS BY D. MALAKIAN AND S. TANKIAN.

Can you feel their haunting presence?Can you feel their haunting presence?

Liar, Killer, DemonBack to the river Aras

Someone’s blank stare deemed it warfareLiar, Killer, Demon

Back to the river ArasFreedom, Freedom, Free, Free

Can you hear the holy mountains?Liar, Killer, Demon

Back to the river ArasSomeone’s mouth said paint them all red

Liar, Killer, DemonBack to the river Aras

Freedom, Freedom, Free, FreeThey have all returned

Resting on the mountainsideWe have learned that you have no

They have returnedResting on the mountainside

We have learned that you have noHonor, Murderer, Sodomizer

Back to the river ArasThey have returned

Resting on the mountainsideWe have learned that you have no

Honor, Murderer, SodomizerBack to the river Aras

Freedom, Freedom, Free, Free

MUSIC BY S. TANKIAN AND D. MALAKIAN.

LYRICS BY S. TANKIAN.

Banana banana banana terracottaBanana terracotta terracotta pieBanana banana banana terracottaBanana terracotta terracotta pie

Is there a perfect way of holding you baby?Vicinity of obscenity in your eyes

Terracotta terracotta terracotta pieIs there a perfect way of holding you baby?

Vicinity of obscenity in your eyesTerracotta pie heyTerracotta pie heyTerracotta pie hey

Terracotta pieBanana banana banana banana terracotta

Banana terracotta terracotta pieBanana banana banana banana terracotta

Banana terracotta terracotta pieDo we all learn defeat

From the whores with bad feetBeat the meat, treat the feet

To the sweet milky seatBanana banana banana terracottaBanana terracotta terracotta pieBanana banana banana terracottaBanana terracotta terracotta pie

Is there a perfect way of holding you baby?Vicinity of obscenity in your eyes

Terracotta pie heyTerracotta pie heyTerracotta pie hey

Terracotta pieBanana banana banana banana terracotta

Banana terracotta terracotta pieBanana banana banana banana terracotta

Banana terracotta terracotta pieDo we all learn defeat

From the whores with bad feetBeat the meat, treat the feet

To the sweet milky seatBanana banana banana banana terracotta

Banana terracotta terracotta pieBanana banana banana banana terracotta

Banana terracotta terracotta pieBanana banana banana banana terracotta

Banana terracotta terracotta pieBanana banana banana banana terracotta

Banana terracotta terracotta pie

MUSIC BY D. MALAKIAN.LYRICS BY D. MALAKIAN.

She’s like heroinSipping through a little glass

I’m looking for some helpI need someone to save her ass

Chinese tricks in roomsWith ghosts of hooker girlie dudes

Me and heroin maybe we can make some cashSelling ass

Selling ass for heroinAss

Selling ass for heroinAss

Selling ass for heroinAss

Selling ass for heroinShe wants nothing moreBut to be a little whoreHe wants nothing less

But to wear a little dressShe’s like heroin

Sipping through a little glassI’m looking for some help

I need someone to make some cashSelling ass

Selling ass for heroinAss

Selling ass for heroinAss

Selling ass for heroinAss

She’s like heroinSipping through a little glass

I’m looking for some helpI need someone to save her ass

She wants nothing moreBut to be a little whoreHe wants nothing less

But to wear a little dressShe’s like heroin

Sipping through a little glassI’m looking for some help

I need someone to save her assChinese tricks in rooms

With ghosts of hooker girlie dudesMe and heroin maybe we can make some cash

She’s like heroinSipping through a little glass

I’m looking for some helpI need someone to save my ass

MUSIC BY D. MALAKIAN.LYRICS BY D. MALAKIAN.

Such a lonely dayAnd it’s mine

The most loneliest day of my lifeSuch a lonely dayShould be banned

It’s a day that I can’t standThe most loneliest day of my lifeThe most loneliest day of my life

Such a lonely day

Shouldn’t existIt’s a day that I’ll never miss

Such a lonely dayAnd it’s mine

The most loneliest day of my lifeAnd if you go

I wanna go with youAnd if you die

I wanna die with youTake your handAnd walk away

The most loneliest day of my lifeThe most loneliest day of my lifeThe most loneliest day of my life

Such a lonely dayAnd it’s mine

It’s a day that I’m glad I survived

MUSIC BY D. MALAKIAN.LYRICS BY D. MALAKIAN.

Dead men lying on the bottom of the graveWondering when Savior comes

Is he gonna be savedMaybe you’re a sinner into your alternate life

Maybe you’re a joker, maybe you deserve to dieThey were crying when their sons left

God is wearing blackHe’s gone so far to find no hope

He’s never coming backThey were crying when their sons left

All young men must goHe’s come so far to find the truth

He’s never going homeYoung men standing on the top of their own graves

Wondering when Jesus comes Are they gonna be saved

Cruelty to the winner, Bishop tells the King his liesMaybe you’re a mourner, maybe you deserve to die

They were crying when their sons leftGod is wearing black

He’s gone so far to find no hopeHe’s never coming back

They were crying when their sons leftAll young men must go

He’s come so far to find no truthHe’s never going home

Welcome to the Soldier SideWhere there’s no one here but me

People all grow up to dieThere is no one here but meWelcome to the Soldier Side

Where there’s no one here but mePeople on the soldier’s sideThere is no one here but me

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