Lines In the Sand
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They came , they saw, they copied We gave them every chance We thought that we were rulers But they had us by the ass Exxon soiled Alaska, gas prices Soon rose up They say the U.S. cheted So they took away the cup (Chorus) The poor keep getting poor The rich are staying rich This thing call the economy Is a real son of a bitch The whole thing comes down to greed Its easy enough to see The country that has the wealth Is the nation that will bleed We conquer a dream in 69 Won the war in 45 Economically we struggle to survive They make up all our stereos Buy up all our land But when it gets face to face They need our helping hands The loans they rape from our banks Will never be repaid Our cities suffer in poverty awaiting final fate They make up all our stereos Buy up our land But everyone must live in peace No need to die in violence
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026
Down in your cell, a place you call home No one to turn to, no one to call Alone? You wonder,does anybody care? I guess it doesn't matter, this is the end Shallow eyes bleed ,images of greed The face of death,is clearly stalking you Snap out your dreams,awake at once And feel reality,reality Sweat forms,fist clench Stern looks ,no protest Massive crowds,gather to hear The sound of death, of death Strapped in a chair,locked in a room Power kicks in ,feel your doom Ruled insane,mind goes blank Torture revealing your pain The pain Sweat forms,fists clench Stern looks, no protest I can't stand the pain I never thought it would be this real You don't seem top care, I feel you laugh As you stare My inside's on fire,as my mind explodes Everything's going black I can't stand the pain I never thought it would be this real You don't seem to care , I feel you laugh As you stare My inside's on fire, as my mind explodes Everything's going black Question number one, is he dead? No, I don't think so, let's juice him again The power of justice is set forth To end your life
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026
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Nail to the crucifix, travel across the river styx Six hundred and sixty six religion and the politics What to believe Pray on your knees You've got a disease Be healed no guarantee Promises promises Money in their pockets Plan to build rockets Just elected pickpockets,living out to lie (chorus) Preacher and the politician Who will win? Tell me who will sin? Who's the winner? Who's the sinner? Is that a smile or a grin? Does our future,does our future Its look fucking grim Nail to the crucifix,travel across the river styx Six hundred and sixty six religion and the politics What to believe Pay your taxes You gotta believe In the unforeseen catastrophe Promises,promises Go to the confession,fight depression Vote in the election, living out the lie
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026