The Sick, the Dying... and the Dead!

(Bring out your dead Bring out your dead Bring out your dead Bring out your dead) Invaders came on phantom ships Sailed the Black Sea west to Sicily, yeah, yeah The sick, the dying, and the dead All that was left from this cursed disease, yeah, yeah It was the fleas onboard that bit infected rats Got blood inside of the fleas, yeah, yeah Soon the ghost ships tied up to the docks The path of the plague was complete, yeah, yeah The sweet smell of rosies, a pocketful of posies You can't mask the fragrance of death in their beds There's typhus in the air, and ashes everywhere Amongst the sick, the dying, and the dead Feral creatures feasting on the dead Devour rancid human meat, yeah, yeah Death and sickness permeate their bones Rich or poor, they're dragged through the streets, yeah, yeah Open up your eyes, so you can see All the sick, the dying, and the dead Die, die, die! Die, die, die! Die, die, die! Die, die, die! The sick, the dying... And the dead

Busted, caught red-handed again You can't be trusted, born to lose, you'll never win You're so corrupted, you stand before us condemned So maladjusted to-the-world we're living-and-dying-in Spy versus spy, you will never have friends You deny, the truth of where you've been You get caught, and then the "blame-game" begins A couple drinks and then you'll feel ok A couple pills makes the world go away What the hell, you're gonna die anyway and you'll say... I'm a disease, and I'm addicted to myself I'm all I need, I'm gonna live and die in Hell No fingerprints, you erased you exist Kill or be killed, how you get your kicks Over, and over, you just couldn't resist A couple drinks and then you'll feel ok A couple pills makes the world go away What the hell, you're gonna die anyway and you'll say... I'm a disease, and I'm addicted to myself I'm all I need, I'm gonna live and die in... Hell Only a fool would do what you've done You lie, you steal, and you cheat everyone When you're caught in your most despicable deed You plead the court for Diplomatic Immunity You may be eloquent with your savoir faire But each time the smoke clears, another body's there You've had more than your share of good advice There's nothing left to say, now except "Have a life" Their faces haunt your dreams, each, and every night When it gets too much, in your ring there's cyanide Now everything fades out and you depart just like a ghost The Devil says, "Welcome to Hell, I am your host" There's no reason left to say goodbye! There's no reason left to live or die Judgment's waiting, it's the end of the line Your existence and this twisted game The definition of criminally insane It won't be long until you do it again, you'll see! I'm a disease (Life in Hell) I'm all I need (Die in Hell) I'm a disease (Life in Hell) I'm all I need (Die in Hell) I'm a disease (Life in Hell) I'm all I need (Die in Hell) I'm a disease (Life in Hell) I'm all I need (Die in Hell)

Concealed in the night from the light of the moon Undetected between the heavens, the stars, and the seas They seize the night when it's dark, like inside a tomb Faintly, their flat black body armor gleams, light it up! From verdict, to deliverance, to retribution To the very last beat of a dead man's pulse You can hear the thunder roll, you can hear the engines roar It causes the ground to quake, to buck and convulse Lights out in the desert Battle-born, ready to fight Your death waits in the dark And it stalks the night... Night Stalkers The angels of death ride the waves of the air You barely see the pilots on this "zero-illum" night The avenger's ready, now, as the target's growing near Tracer bullets, shot from the ground, behind enemy lines Blacked out, we're under radio silence Night vision on, green halos a' glow It's killing time, another lesson in violence Bodies pile up, and adrenaline starts to flow Lights out in the desert Battle-born, ready to fight Your death waits in the dark And it stalks the night... Night Stalkers Yo! When you hear four MH-47 and Black Hawk helicopters coming in low In the dark of night Loaded with Rangers and Delta Force Special Ops shooters Locked and loaded Game's over, bitches! Got ya in my night vision 'Bout to let this 30mm canon go You never seen us coming So there's no chance of running Nothing you do can stop them They're gonna get ya, wanted dead or alive You can run, but you know they will find you "Death waits in the dark," and they own the night Lights out in the desert Battle-born, ready to fight Your death waits in the dark And it stalks the night... The night Hydra rockets are all locked and loaded Laser-guided Hellfire missiles are ready and armed Itchy fingers on 30 mike-mike triggers They enter the fight, with all their targets acquired Flying in "formation" like a black snake Slithering closely over the map of the earth Slicing the silvery-blueish night fog to ribbons The time has come to return dirt back to the dirt Yeah!

It was springtime The minutes simply drifting away Then everything stopped in the world Fallout – radioactive clouds Fallout – hides the exclusion zone Fallout – and you were nowhere to be found I see your face, wherever I turn There's blood on my lips, as my eyes start to burn You vanished and left me behind Like one of the Dogs of Chernobyl, where did you go? Nuclear winter is here Reactor Four's still belching clouds There's no one left to hear a sound On and on – Fallout – on and on, I keep searching for you But I know – Fallout – I know you're never coming back Not for me – Fallout – not for me, or for anyone, anywhere, anyway I see your face, wherever I turn There's blood on my lips, as my eyes start to burn You vanished and left me behind Like one of the Dogs of Chernobyl, where did you go? I see your face, wherever I turn My hair's falling out, as my skin starts to burn You vanished and left me behind Like one of the Dogs of Chernobyl, where did you go? Vault breach, too close is dead, massive exposure I must escape and navigate this concrete enclosure No warning, and no pain, only shock and then dread No one coming, no one going, I'm alive with the dead Nausea overwhelms my brain, distance is the goal Stomach spasms, leaking gut, I have lost all control Saliva gurgling, I'm retching, till I overwhelm the bowl I ask God, in repentance, "Do you still want my soul?" Bodies strewn everywhere, no need for cremation Daylight coming into view, I sense there's no salvation Stagger out into the open, my eyes fixed and staring Armed patrol, red lights on, the sirens are a' blaring I am the walking dead and I'm taken into safety They ask the time of death because my skin's looking pasty Transfusions, test tubes, and clinical eyeing Purulence and decay, my deathly complying Blankets of smoke, orifices bleed Bloating bellies, and legs getting weak Cerebral swelling, organs liquifying Acute radiation, this is how they die This is how they die This is how they die

Come listen to a tale of a tragic sacrifice Of a warlock king of satanic ancestry Being possessed by the worst-of-all human emotions Burned at the stake for partaking in sorcery The wickedest wizards barter the souls of the lost for the damned Ooooh, spirits of the dead, for the wild and the free Just beware if every thought has consequences What they think is worse than any curse could be The sky's, the sky's, on fire, flames rise, and shadows fall Cremate, cremate, the king, sky-clad, and drenched in blood Binding hexes, casting spells, the demons drink to you down in hell When you promised not to break the oath you take... The oath you make Every charm and talisman can be broken It must be unwound, and undone, if you wanna break free The sky's, the sky's, on fire, flames rise, and shadows fall Cremate, cremate, the king, sky-clad, and drenched in blood Binding hexes, casting spells, the demons drink to you down in hell When you promised not to break the oath you take... The oath you take... The oath you make Binding hexes, casting spells, the demons drink to you down in hell When you promised not to break the oath you take... The oath you make

Junkie, what you live for Junkie, you junkie Got a monkey on his back A craving nobody knows about Hopeless and dopeless, now that he's down and out Sicker than a dog again Suicidal, the smack ran out He found a dealer playing Russian Roulette The cure is worse than the disease He's long past caring if he dies He fills the needle, slams a shot, and then Squeezing the trigger, he closes his eyes… fire! Junkie, what you live for Junkie, you'll gladly die for A dope seeking missile Scoring and shooting all through the night Everyone knows that everyone runs 'outta-luck' Night yields the sky to the morning Time's up, he knew, so he said "Get High or Die!" and then he was dead The cure is worse than the disease He's long past caring if he dies He fills the needle, slams a shot, and then Squeezing the trigger, he closes his eyes Junkie, what you live for Junkie, you'll gladly die for Junkie, it's killing you It's killing me, can't you see Junkie You junkie Junkie Junkie J-j-junkie J-j-j-j-j-j-junkie

Psychopathy, like many psychiatric disorders and syndromes Has environmental, as well as moderately strong genetic components Findings indicate there are genetic influences Accounting for all of the psychopathic dimensions While environmental factors appear related to the disorder The reciprocal nature between factors and expression Of psychopathic traits is an important goal for future research

Some people look at you and feel sorry They see your beady eyes and a soul that is black It's clear to see, you're a pathological liar And your alibi was a lie, it was all just an act And that's a fact When you start moving your lips, I know that you're lying So, don't tell me you need me, you're killing my time Stop saying you're grateful 'cause you're not, your kind is so hateful I'll make sure I'm ready I'll make sure that I'm ready to go! If I told me once, I told me a thousand times It's just a matter of time, you'll screw the world inside-out You're a sick, psychopath, you squander everything, and then laugh You've got to know what goes around comes around And around! When you start moving your lips, I know that you're lying So, don't tell me you need me, you're killing my time Stop saying you're grateful 'cause you're not, your kind is so hateful I'll make sure I'm ready I'll make sure that I'm ready to go! When you start moving your lips, I know that you're lying So, don't tell me you need me, you're killing my time Stop saying you're grateful 'cause you're not, your kind is so hateful I'll make sure I'm ready I'll make sure That I'm ready to go! Start moving your lips, I know that you're lying (I know that you're lying) So, don't tell me you need me, you're killing my time (You're killing my time) Stop saying you're grateful 'cause you're not, your kind is so hateful I'll make sure I'm ready (So hateful...) I'll make sure that I'm ready to go! Start moving your lips, I know that you're lying (I know that you're lying) So, don't tell me you need me, you're killing my time (You're killing my time) Stop saying you're grateful 'cause you're not, your kind is so hateful I'll make sure I'm ready (So hateful...) I'll make sure that I'm ready to go! So hateful So hateful Kill my time So hateful So hateful So hateful So hateful So hateful So hateful Killing time

No reason left for living, living all alone And dying unforgiven, with unforgiven bones Dead years, and the dread years, they were all throughout your life The road was soon your mistress, and the stage became your wife Marching off to war, everyone can see They're paralyzed with fear, they get down on their knees and pray Of all the battles won and lost, the lives and treasures that it cost I know I've got to soldier on! Watching mankind destroy itself, walk straight into the mouth of Hell I know I've got to soldier on! No reason left for dying, dying to be right Days, living unforgiven, and unforgiven nights Lean years, and the mean years, they were all throughout your life Two steps forward and two steps back, you're out of time Marching off to war, everyone can see They're paralyzed with fear, they get down on their knees and pray Of all the battles won and lost, the lives and treasures that it cost I know I've got to soldier on! Watching mankind destroy itself, walk straight into the mouth of Hell I know I've got to soldier on! Of all the battles won and lost, the lives and treasures that it cost I know I've got to soldier on! Watching mankind destroy itself, walk straight into the mouth of Hell I know I've got to soldier on! Marching off to war, everyone can see They're paralyzed with fear, they get down on their knees and pray Of all the battles won and lost, the lives and treasures that it cost I know I've got to soldier on! Watching mankind destroy itself, walk straight into the mouth of Hell I know I've got to soldier on! Of all the battles won and lost, the lives and treasures that it cost I know I've got to soldier on! Watching mankind destroy itself, walk straight into the mouth of Hell I know I've got to soldier on!

You say you're a model, it's evident you've never met A mirror you didn't love "Ooh-La-La!" You say you're an angel with your halo, and your crown As you fly up to the sun, and melt your wings It's not a want, it's an obsession You wanna hear the people screaming out your name Whispers at night in your midnight confessions You'll do anything for fame Célebutante Célebutante You say you're an actor, well, then come set-up the stage Put the cast right where you want; show us what you got! You say you're in movies, always dropping names of So-called-semi-almost-famous friends; it never ends It's not a want, it's an obsession You wanna hear the people screaming out your name Whispers at night in your midnight confessions You'll do anything for fame Célebutante Fame, to teach the unteachable Fame, to reach the unreachable Fame, to beat the unbeatable Fame, to keep the unkeepable Fame, the tighter you hold on to Fame, the more everything slips away! All the right hungers, all the right thirsts All the right aches, the pains, and the hurts All the right gossip, all the right trends All the right knives in the backs of your friends

Countdown is commencing, pretty soon I'll be saying, "Goodbye Earth" A rocket ride on a bucking bronc, at seventeen thousand miles an hour It's only seven months to Mars, give or take a light year or two (Or three) And I wanna, I wanna be an astronaut I wanna, I wanna, wanna Starting lift-off procedures... All systems standing by – over – OVER?! Blast-off, I'm on my way, I'm a shooting star A man on a mission I hang with the man on the moon, I'll be there soon A man on a mission to Mars I headbang on the gangway, say my prayers, cross my heart and hope to die Open a window for the Seven Sisters of Pleiades "Hello ladies", "Hello Moon Man!" Three hundred million miles to Mars, it doesn't seem so far away (Yes it does!) And I wanna, I wanna be an astronaut I wanna, I wanna, wanna Starting landing procedures... All systems standing by – over – OVER?! Blast-off, I'm on my way, I'm a shooting star A man on a mission I hang with the man on the moon, I'll be there soon A man on a mission to Mars Blast-off, I'm on my way, I'm a shooting star A man on a mission I hang with the man on the moon, I'll be there soon I'm a man on a mission to Mars

The timing is right to exact my revenge Spilling enemy blood, I will fight to the end No more lying-in wait, just to even the score There's a price to be paid, now it's time for war I'm a soldier of fortune, of torture, and pain I bash in your skull until no teeth remain A 'most-deadly' weapon, pulverizing your head With each crushing blow, how you wish you were dead Just when you think it's safe, I attack We'll be back When you least expect your fate, I attack We'll be back A kick to your face, one move, big mistake We'll be back Let down your guard, full-on frontal attack I'll be back! No use screaming for mercy, no use makin' a sound Still, you step right up, and get smacked back down In the heat of battle, blood congeals on the floor Another life-force bleeds out, another soul out the door Antisocial, sadistic, the "Deity of War" I stuff body bags, and I'm packing the morgue No time for remorse over unclaimed remains It's just flotsam and jetsam, and it's circling the drain Just when you think it's safe, I attack We'll be back When you least expect your fate; I attack We'll be back A kick to your face, one move, big mistake We'll be back Let down your guard, full-on frontal attack I'll be back!