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Metallica Metallica Black Album

: No more The crap rolls out your mouth again Haven't changed, your brain is still gelatin Little whispers circle around your head Why don't you worry

: Liberty or death, what we so proudly hail Once you provoke her, rattling of her tail Never begins it, never, but once engaged Never surrenders, showing

: Say your prayers, little one Don't forget, my son, To include everyone Tuck you in, warm within Keep you free from sin Till the sandman he comes

: All that is, was and will be Universe much too big to see Time and space never ending Disturbing thoughts, questions pending Limitations of human

: Pride you took Pride you feel Pride that you felt when you'd kneel Not the word Not the love Not what you thought from above It feeds It grows

: Off through the new day's mist I run Out from the new day's mist I have come I hunt Therefore I am Harvest the land Taking of the fallen lamb

Say your prayers, little one Don't forget, my son, To include everyone Tuck you in, warm within Keep you free from sin Till the sandman he comes

You just stood there screaming Fearing no one was listening to you They say the empty can rattles the most The sound of your own voice must soothe

Off through the new day's mist I run Out from the new day's mist I have come I hunt Therefore I am Harvest the land Taking of the fallen lamb Off