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These songs were all written, and copyrighted by Negative Thirteen™, and DeathByDesign© Music. Unauthorized publication is prohibited by law.
Come On
- VERSE I:
- Why do you feel so scared
- When you see me?
- Your just a little girl
- And you want to see
- If you can step up
- And be a man
- Well motherfucker
- I don't think you can
- CHORUS
- Come on, come on, come one, come on (x's 4)
- Fuck you (x's 4)
- VERSE II:
- Why do you have to
- Start all this shit?
- I didn't want
- Anything to do with it
- I just wanted
- To have a good time
- Its not my fault
- You have a yellow spine
- Verse III:
- Why do you have
- To get in my face?
- Now is the time
- For me to put you back in your place
- You fight to prove yourself
- I fight to exist
- So step up
- If you think you can take me bitch
Words By Schnabel | Music By Olivier
Numb
- Verse I:
- Aware but numb...Your lying there
- Numb and confused...I don't even care
- I have no comfort...You have no answers
- I can't hear you...Your just silent
- Chorus
- NUMB x's 4
- Verse II:
- Things are hard...To understand
- In the world...I'll take a stand
- Sick of nothing...I want something more
- I want someone...I'm sick of it all
Words and music by Olivier
All I Know
- Verse I:
- I see through your disguise
- It burns out my eyes
- You call yourself my friend
- I won't get fucked again
-
- Care for only yourself
- Put everyone through hell
- I'll get you in the end
- I won't get fucked again
- Chorus:
- Pain-Hate x4
- ALL I KNOW
- Verse II:
- You've destroyed my whole life
- Wanting to give up and die
- This is bent from your sin
- I won't get fucked again
-
- Lay open my own skin
- Blood pours out from within
- My patience wearing thin
- I won't get fucked again
Words by Schnabel | Music by Olivier
Check the Closet
- Verse I:
- I hear the voices, the screams of rage
- Theirs no escape, from this cage
- Pillow tight, over my head
- The scary voice, I wish you were dead
- I run scared into the cloths
- My own place, that I have chose
- To get away from daddies fists
- His words of hate, from his lips
- Chorus (spoken):
- Where have the children gone?
- They're not in there beds
- Have they all ran away?
- Or did I beat them to death?
- Did I check the bathroom?
- And under there beds?
- NO, I need to check the closet
- Verse II:
- No one at school can see the scars
- The bruises left, from nights at the bar
- They all think I fall down the stairs
- I know they don't even care
- Mommy knows whats going on
- Why does she act like theres nothing wrong
- Why doesn't mommy, save me from dad?
- I know someday, I'll end up dead
Words and Music by Olivier
EVOL
- Verse I:
- Blind my eyes
- So I can't see
- Wake up today
- In your reality
-
- I don't want this x3
- PAIN
- Verse II:
- Plug my ears
- So I can't hear
- All your lies
- That I fear
-
- Am I going x3
- INSANE
- Verse III:
- Stitch my mouth
- So I can't speak
- Telling the truth
- Makes you weak
-
- You won't stop x3
- Till I've been slain
-
- Evol x4
- Bitch
Words by Schnabel | Music By Olivier
Slipping Away
- Verse I:
- Bash out my Brains
- Come feel my pain
- Living out your lies
- Wake-up Realize
- See all my hate
- See the mind you raped
- Chorus:
- In my mind is where I'll stay
- I feel myself slipping, slipping away
- Verse II:
- Come and Cure the sane
- The whole world to gain
- Reach out if you can
- Take death by the hand
- See all my hope
- See the mind I rape
- Verse III:
- Bashed out my brains
- The whole world to gain
- Now sleep not for all time
- Now your soul is mine
- You made me hate
- Twas my mind you raped
Words by Schnabel | Music by Swaim
Pissed
- All my life
- What is this
- Always A
- Swing and miss
- Blind Fury
- Clinched fists
- PISSED
Words and Music by Schnabel
The Long Term Way
- Verse I:
- Sometimes I tell myself that I, don't have a problem
- But that always seems to make things worse
- I'm mentally unstable, and I don't know the reason
- Medication won't help me in any such way
- Chorus:
- I wanna be blown away
- I want to go away
- My life is worthless
- Everyone hates me
- I'm killing myself in the long term way
- Verse II:
- I'm guilty of treason to my body they say
- Well I guess if I think about it, I just may
- Self-mutilation helps me deal with the pain
- The edge of the knife relieves tension
- Like no one in their right mind could find
- Verse III:
- Can't live this way not knowing why I'm fucked in the head
- Suicide could be the answer, it just seems to damn easy
- I don't know why my life had to turn out this way
- Killing myself in the long term way
Words by Davis | Music by Schnabel
2 Late
- Verse I:
- You put the gun against your head
- Your only wish is to be dead
- You want to die to kill the hate
- You don't know why, you'll have to wait
- You think if the girl you can't get
- Tears start to build your shirt is wet
- You think of good times way back
- Your finger slipped everything turns black
- Chorus:
- 2 Late, Your 2 Late, 2 Late, Your 2 Late
- Verse II:
- I put the gun against my head
- My only wish is to be dead
- I want to die to kill the hate
- I don't know why I have to wait
- I think of the girl that I can't get
- Tears start to build my shirt is wet
- I think of good times we had way back
- My finger slipped everything turns black
Words by Hagman | Music by Olivier
Cold Hands
- Chorus:
- I feel the cold hands of death
- Coming over me
- I feel his cold breathe
- flowing over me
- Verses I and II:
- I'm on my way one way ticket
- I'm on my way I can feel it
- I'm on my way free at last
- I'm on my way shotgun blast
Words by Schnabel | Music by Olivier
Everybodies Whore
- Verse I:
- Who would of dreamed it'd come to this
- So soft a tongue, so sweet a kiss
- To help lure me into all this piss
- And even though the night has ceased
- I can still feel you inside of me
- Unwillingly, Unwillingly
- Chorus
- Who's to blame
- For all this shame
- For all this pain
- Nothing will be the same
- Cheapened dirtied
- Cast aside
- Begging
- For more
- Everybodies Whore x's 3
- I'm everybodies whore
- Bridge
- Nailed against this fucking wall
- How much farther can I fall
- Verse II:
- Loss of control, no not me
- Of coarse nothings wrong, can't you see
- I can use people just as easily
- Cracked open like a cold sore
- Poison poured into the core
- Shut off the lights, close and lock the door
Words by Bean | Music by Olivier
Walking Dead
- Verse I:
- We are the few
- That mock life
- Through the pain
- Through the strife
-
- And for us
- Death is not the end
- But rather
- A new begining
- Chorus:
- WALKING DEAD
- WALKING DEAD
- NEGATIVE HEADS
- ARE WALKING DEAD
- Verse II:
- We are the few
- The hated ones
- The whores of whores
- The bastard sons
-
- We will rise
- Despite our pain
- In the end
- Negative Thirteen will reign
Words by Schnabel | Music by Olivier
See You In Hell
- Verse I:
- I never thought it would be this easy
- Never heard them say life would be fair
- Trampeled over my tourched soul
- And no one seems to care
- Chorus:
- Well this is the time
- This is my time to say
- Goodbye to all of you
- I'll see you in hell
- Verse II:
- They Tried to bring me down
- I couldn't sink any lower
- If my twisted soul tried
- Then the end would be much closer
- Verse II:
- Lying here 6 feet under
- I know I will not be missed
- I hope that you are happy
- My tainted soul is now at rest
Words by Schnabel | Music by Olivier
For The Love Of Mary
A love song
- Verse I :
- I fell in love in the strangest place
- It happened while I was robbing graves
- I dug one up that was buried that day
- The tombstone said her name was Mary
- She was beautiful and she was cold
- She was only nineteen years old
- Chorus:
- This is a love that will last forever
- This is a love that is true
- I hope she never leaves me
- My Mary with her skin so blue
- Verse II:
- I took her home in a hefty sack
- I brushed the maggots off her back
- I put her in the fridge, no room for milk
- Dressed her up all in white silk
- She looked so beautiful in the refridgerator light
- We made sweet love all of the night
- Verse III:
- I'll never forget that terrible day
- When they took my Mary away
- They said I was sick and was in need of therapy
- If love is sick, then I guess that could be
- Now I don't have the love of my life
- My little popsicle, my queen of the ice
Words by Schnabel | Music by Olivier
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