Carpe Diem Baby

Yeah
Hit dirt
Shake tree
Split sky
Part sea

Strip smile
Lose cool
Bleed the day
And break the rule

Live win
Dear fail
Eat the dirt
And bite the nail

Then make me miss you
Then make me miss you

So wash your face away with dirt
It don't feel good until it hurts
So take this world and shake it
Come squeeze and suck the day
Come carpe diem, baby

Draw lead
Piss wine
Sink teeth
All mine

Stake fire
Break neck
Suffer through this
Cheat on death

Hug the curve
Lose the time
Tear the map
And shoot the sign

Mmm, then make me miss you
Oh, yeah
Then make me miss you

So wash your face away with dirt
It don't feel good until it hurts
So take this world and shake it
Come squeeze and suck the day
Come carpe diem, baby, yeah
Ah, ah, yeah, suck it

Live win
Dear fail
Eat dirt
Bite the nail

Strip smile
Lose cool
Bleed the day
And break the rule

Hug the curve
Lose the time
Tear the map
And shoot the sign

Then make me miss you
Come on, come on
Then make me miss you

So wash your face away with dirt
It don't feel good until it hurts
So take this world and shake it
Come squeeze and suck the day
Come make me miss you
Come carpe diem, baby

Come carpe diem, baby

Crash Course In Brain Surgery

Look inside and you will see
The words are cutting deep inside my brain
Thunder burnin' quickly burning
Knife of words is driving me insane
Insane, yeah

Raven black is on my track
He shows me how to neutralize the knife
Show to me in surgery
The art of fighting words to conquer life
Conquer life, yeah

Now the wicked lance of fear
Is driven from my heady mountain brain
Crash course in brain surgery
Has stopped the bloody knife of words again
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Creeping Death

Slaves
Hebrews born to serve to the pharaoh
Heed
To his ev'ry word, live in fear
Faith
Of the unknown one, the deliv'rer
Wait
Something must be done, four hundred years

So let it be written
So let it be done
I'm sent here by the chosen one
So let it be written
So let it be done
To kill the first born pharaoh son
I'm creeping death

Now
Let my people go, land of Goshen
Go
I will be with thee, bush of fire
Blood
Running red and strong down the Nile
Plague
Darkness three days long, hail to fire

So let it be written
So let it be done
I'm sent here by the chosen one
So let it be written
So let it be done
To kill the first born pharaoh son
I'm creeping death

Die (die) by my hand
I creep across the land
Killing first born man

Die (die) by my hand
I creep across the land
Killing first born man

I
Rule the midnight air, the destroyer
Born
I shall soon be there, deadly mass
I
Creep the steps and floor, final darkness
Blood
Lambs blood, painted door, I shall pass

So let it be written
So let it be done
I'm sent here by the chosen one
So let it be written
So let it be done
To kill the first born pharaoh son
I'm creeping death

Cure

The man takes another bullet
He keeps them all within
He must seek no matter how it hurts
So don't fool again

Yeah
He thinks the answer's cold in his hand
He takes his medicine
The man takes another bullet
Yeah, he's been fooled again

Uncross your arms
Take and throw 'em to the cure
Say, "I do believe"
Uncross your arms now
Take 'em to it
Say, "I do believe
Yeah, I do believe"
Hell, yeah

Yeah
The lies tempt her and she follows
Again she lets him in
She must believe to fill the hollow
She's been fooled again

Uncross your arms
Take and throw 'em to the cure
Say, "I do believe"
Uncross your arms now
Take 'em to it
Say, "I do believe
Woh, yeah, I do believe"
Yeah, yeah, oh

Betting on the cure
It must get better than this
Betting on the cure
Yeah, everyone's got to have the sickness
'Cause everyone seems to need the cure

Precious cure

Betting on the cure
'Cause it must get better than this
Betting on the cure
Yeah, everyone's got to have the sickness
'Cause everyone seems to need the cure

Ow, yeah, precious cure

I do believe
I do believe
I do believe
I do believe
I do believe
I do believe
I do believe
I do believe
I do believe
I do believe
I do believe
I do believe
I do believe
I do believe
I do believe
I do believe
I do believe

Betting on the cure
Yeah, it must get better than this
Need to feel secure
Yeah, it's gotta get better than this, this, yeah
It must get better than this
Betting on the cure
Yeah, everyone's got to have the sickness
'Cause everyone seems to need the cure

I do believe, I do believe, I do believe


© Arve Barsnes 1999-2000

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