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The Worst is Yet to Come

Album - 2002 - DeB Id: 153709
By Violent Work of Art
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I run in circles, dodging bullets all the time.
Avoiding conflicts, but it hardly ever works.
A lot of people seems to know what's best for me.
It doesn't matter, 'cause the worst is yet to come.

Running away, running away from what I am.
Driven by shame, hiding from myself.
Down on my knees, waiting for you to count me out.
Waiting for pain, to show its ugly face.

Opress emotion, fake affection, fake a smile.
I'll never win this game, no matter how I try.
Your love means nothing when I cannot love myself.
It doesn't matter, 'cause the worst is yet to come.

Running away, running away from what I am.
Driven by shame, hiding from myself.
Down on my knees, waiting for you to count me out.
Waiting for pain, to show its ugly face.

I try to accept my faith, that I am a total failure, failure.
Looking inside myself, trying to find my saviour, saviour.
Trying to understand, trying to understand.
The meaning of life, the meaning of life is dying.

Running away, running away from what I am.
Driven by shame, hiding from myself.
Down on my knees, waiting for you to count me out.
Waiting for pain, to show its ugly face.

Running away, running away from what I am.
Driven by shame, hiding from myself.
Down on my knees, waiting for you to count me out.
Waiting for pain, to show its ugly face.

The worst is yet to come.
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Here I come again.
Your retarded friend.
What's inside my head?
Mind your own instead.

Look at me and smile.
Makes you're life worthwile.
You don't understand.
I'm the better man.

Now in times like these.
Nothing's what it seems.
Who's your enemies.
What do you believe.

Dreams of clear blue skies.
Reasons to get high.
One more taste of life, and I'll be satisfied.

Wasted, once again.
Hatred, a lifetime of pain.

Feeling numb inside.
Mental genocide.
Lonliness is true.
Stained by solitude.

Need to stay awake.
Everything is fake.
Sanity is gone.
Can't trust anyone.

Wasted, once again.
Hatred, a lifetime of pain.
Save me, from myself.
Broken, but noone can tell.

Life, wouldn't be such a burden for me, if somebody would stand by my side.
Don't be mistaken, this smile, I'm just faking, to hide that I'm living a lie.
Life, wouldn't be such a burden for me, if somebody would stand by my side.
Don't be mistaken, this smile, I'm just faking, to hide that I'm living a lie.

Wasted, once again.
Hatred, a lifetime of pain.
Save me, from myself.
Broken, but noone can tell.
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I fear my own reflection.
I fear what`s caught inside of me.
I fear my intuition.
I fear my other side, my violent side.


When I hear you call my name, all I ask for.
Is a place to hide my shame, away from you.


I am sharing my hatred, with you.
I am sharing, my disease.
Why, why, why do you always push me around.



I am abomination
I am forever lost inside.
I am a foul creation.
I am the underdog, beneath you all.


When I hear you call my name, all I ask for.
Is a place to hide my shame, away from you.


I am sharing my hatred, with you.
I am sharing, my disease.
Why, why, why do you always push me around.


This is the final chapter.
This is my very last crusade.


When I hear you call my name, all I ask for.
Is a place to hide my shame, away from you.
As the shadows kill the light, for the last time.
In the darkness I will grow, forever grey.


I am sharing my hatred, with you.
I am sharing, my disease.
Why, why, why do you always push me around.
Why, do you always push me around.
Why, do you always push me around.
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Violent Work of Art

Swedish band described in the DeBaser review as mixing keyboards and computer-generated sounds with powerful guitars and an angry vocal style; the review covers the album The Worst Is Yet To Come.
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