Skin O' My Teeth (Music, Lyrics: Mustaine) I had wrists donning slits Flowing constantly My broken body in a wreck I'm wrapped around a tree A crosswalk hit and run The finish line for me People clutter in the gutter Take a look and see No escaping pain You belong to me Clinging on the life By the skin of my teeth My blood flows through the streets Deluge from the wounds Empty jar of sleeping pill On the dresser in my room My wet brain neighbor cranes His neck to see in time The white lights, a train Bearing down on me I won't feel the hurt I'm not trapped any longer That that doesn't kill me Only makes me stronger I need a ride to the morgue That's what 911 is for So tag my toe and don't forget to Close the door Symphony of Destruction (Music, Lyrics: Mustaine) You take a mortal man And put him in control Watch him become a god Watch people's heads a'roll Just like the Pied Piper Led rats through the streets We dance like marionettes Swaying to the Symphony of Destruction Acting like a robot Its metal brain corrodes You try to take its pulse Before the head explodes The earth starts to rumble World powers fall Warring for the heavens A peaceful man stands tall Architecture of Aggression (Music, Lyrics: Mustaine, Ellefson) Born from the dark In the black cloak of night To envelope its prey below Deliver to the light To eliminate your enemy Hit them in their sleep And when all is won and lost The spoils of war are yours to keep Great nations built from the bones of the dead With mud and straw, blood and sweat You know your worth when your enemies Praise your architecture of aggression Ensuing power vacuum A toppled leader dies His body fuels the power fire And the flames rise to the sky One side of his face a kiss The other genocide Time to pay with your ass A world-wide suicide Foreclosure of a Dream (Music, Lyrics: Mustaine, Ellefson) Rise so high, yet so far to fall A plan of dignity and balance for all Political breakthrough, euphoria's high More borrowed money, more borrowed time Backed in a corner, caught up in the race Means to an end ended in disgrace Perspective is lost in the spirit of the chase Foreclosure of a dream Those visions never seen Until all is lost Personal Holocaust Foreclosure of a dream Barren lands that once filled a need Are worthless now, dead without a deed Slipping away from an iron grip Nature's scales are forced to tip The heartland cries, loss of all pride To leave ain't believing, so try and be tried Insufficient funds, insanity, and suicide Now with new hope some will be proud This is no hoax, no one pushed out Recieve a reprieve and be a pioneer Breaking new ground on a new frontier New ideas will surely get by No deed or dividend, some may ask 'why?' You'll find the solution, the answer's in the sky ...Holocaust... Sweating Bullets (Music, Lyrics: Mustaine) Hello me, meet the real me And my misfit's way of life A dark black past in my most valued possession Hindsight is always 20-20 Looking back it's still a bit fuzzy Speak of mutually assured destruction Nice story, tell it to Reader's Digest! Feeling paranoid True enemy or false friend? Anxiety's attacking me and my air is getting thin I'm in trouble for the things I haven't got to yet I'm chomping at the bit and my palms are getting wet Sweating bullets! Hello me, it's me again You can subdue but never tame me It gives me a migrain headache Thinking down to your level Yeah, just keep thinking it's my fault And stay an inch or two out of kicking distance Mankind has got to know his limitations Feeling claustrophobic like the walls are closing in Blood stains on my hands and I don't know where I've been I'm in trouble for the things I haven't got to yet I'm sharpening the axe and my palms are getting wet Sweating bullets! Well me, it's nice talking to myself A credit to dimentia Someday you too will know my pain And smile its black-toothed grin If the war inside my head Won't take a day off I'll be dead My icy fingers claw your back Here I come again! Feeling paranoid True enemy or false friend? Anxiety's attacking me and my air is getting thin Feeling claustrophobic like the walls are closing in Blood stains on my hands and I don't know where I've been Once you committed me Now you've acquitted me Claiming validity for your stupidity I'm chomping at the bit, I'm sharpening the axe Here I come again, whoa... Sweating bullets! This Was My Life (Music, Lyrics: Mustaine) It was just another day It was just another fight It was words strung into sentences It was doomed to not be right There is something wrong with me There is something wrong with you There is nothign left of us There is one thing I can do Lying on your bed, examining my head This is the part of me that hates Paybacks are a bitch, I throw the switch Somewhere the electric chair awaits Hey! This was my life Hey! This was my fate This was the wrong thing to do This was the wrong one to be doing This was the road to diestiny This was the road to my ruin Now there's motives for the suspect Now there's nothing left to say Now there's method to the madness Now there's society to pay In our life there's if In our beliefs there's lie In our business there's sin In our bodies there's die This was my life This was my fate Countdown to Extinction (Music, Lyrics: Mustaine, Ellefson, Menza, Friedman) Endangered species, caged in fright Shot in cold blood, no chance to fight The stage is set, now pay the price And ego boost, don't think twice Technology, the battle's unfair You pull the hammer without a care Squeeze the trigger that makes you man Pseudo-safari, the hunt is canned All are gone now but one No contest, nowhere to run No more left, only one This is it, this is the countdown to extinction Tell the truth, you wouldn't dare The skin and trophy, oh so rare Silence speaks louder than words Ignore the guilt and take your turn 'Liars' anagram is 'lairs' Man you were never even there Killed a few feet from the cages Point blank, you're so courageous One hour from now, another species of life form Will disappear from the face of the planet forever, And the rate is accelerating. High Speed Dirt (Music, Lyrics: Mustaine, Ellefson) Do it if you dare Leaping form the sky Hurling through the air Exhilarating high See the earth below Soon to make a crater Blue sky, black death I'm off to meet my maker Energy of the gods, adrenalin surge Won't stop 'til I hit the ground, I'm on my way for sure Up here in the air, this will never hurt I'm on my way to impact, taste the high speed dirt Paralyzed with fear, feel velocity gain Entering a near catatonic state Pressure of the sound roaring through my head Crash into the ground, damned if I'll be dead Jump or die! Dropping all my weight Going down full throttle The pale horse awaits Like a genie in a bottle Fire in my veins Faster as I go I forgot my name I'm a dirt torpedo High speed dirt... Psychotron (Music, Lyrics: Mustaine) Psychotron! Assassin in stealth Assailant from Hell Impervious to damage Computer on board Engaged in war Non-stop combatant Maybe not a mutant, maybe a man Part bionic And organic Not a cyborg Call him Psychotron Burning inside Godspeed in glide Battle plan running A killing machine Just downright mean And forever gunning Maybe not a mutant, maybe a man Target to destroy Arms in employ Full assault fire threat Sensors indicate You will terminate Life systems disconnect Psychotron Captive Honour (Music, Lyrics: Mustaine, Ellefson, Menza, Friedman) Madness comes and madness goes An insane place with insane moves Battles without for battles within Where evil lives and evil rules Breaking them up just breaking them in Quickest way out, quickest relief wins Never disclose, never betray Cease to speak or cease to breathe! And when you kill a man, you're a murderer Kill many, and you're a conqueror Kill them all...Oh, you're a god! "Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, Have you reached a verdict?" "Yes we have you honor, We find the defendant guilty on all counts For crimes against all humanity." "By virtue of the jury's decision and the power Vested in me by the state, I hereby sentence you to be incarcerated With no possibility of parole, for life." "Life? Whadda' ya' mean life? I ain't got a life!" "Boy, your soul better belong to Jesus, Hmmm-mmm, 'cause your ass belongs to me!" Captive honour, ain't no honour No time for questions No time for games Start kicking ass and taking down the names A long shit list A shorter fuse He is untouchable and guarantees you'll lose Inside the bighouse his nightmare unfolds Before he got there his manpusy was sold Black blanket welcome This tough guy's now a bitch Praying for death It can't be worse than this! Ashes in Your Mouth (Music, Lyrics: Mustaine, Ellefson, Menza, Friedman) People have round shoulders from fairing heavy loads And the soldiers liberate them, laying mines along their roads Sorrow paid for valor is too much to recall Of the countless corpses piled up along the wailing wall Melting down all metals, turning plows and shears to swords Shun words from the Bible, we need implements of war Chalklines and red puddles of those who have been slain Destiny, that crooked schemer, says the dead shall rise again Where do we go from here? And should we really care? The end is finally here God have mercy! Now we've rewritten history The one thing we've found out Sweet taste of vindication It turns to ashes in your mouth If you're fighting to live it's okay to die The answer to your question is: welcome to tomorrow!