Pay attention to the cracked streets and the broken homes
Some call it slums, some call it nice
I want to take you through a wasteland I like to call my home
Welcome to paradise
Month: November 2017
The Wretched Spawn
Spawn of the wretched, born of the rape
Dawn of the murdering, beasts of hate
Spawn of the wretched, cunt defiled
Pawn of the darkness, blasphemous child
The wretched spawn, inherently vile
Am I Savage?
Ooooh, run away, the past will bite again
Ooooh, no matter where you dwell
You, here again, a captive of the howl
You, welcome back to hell
Ooooh, tooth is fang, twisting under skin
Ooooh, foul tongue, black breath
Change, snap inside, the Beast about complete
Change, soon infects the rest
Faithful, as the full moon is rising
Beauty and the Beast are colliding
Sharpened edge touch liquid flame
Deepened seed soaks angers reign
Arching back, shape-shift derange
Father, how I watched you change
Am I savage? Howling at the door
Am I savage? I don’t recognize you anymore
Ooooh, inheritance, the past has bit again
Ooooh, the next heir of anarchy
Feel, stretching skin so far beyond belief
I feel, the ever changing, you, in me
Am I savage? Scratching at the door
Am I savage? I don’t recognize you anymore
Am I savage? Scratching at the door
Am I savage? Howling evermore
Am I savage? I don’t recognize me anymore
* James Hetfield explained to Rolling Stone Australia that the lyrics on this riff-driven track are about the, “realization that there’s a beast in me, and there’s a beauty in me too… that I can go from being super nice to some fucked-up beast that has no real filter or common sense.”
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