Heath Ledger

Benzin

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Ich brauche Zeit, kein Heroin
Kein Alkohol, kein Nikotin
Brauch keine Hilfe, kein Koffein
Doch Dynamit und Terpentin

Ich brauche Öl für Gasolin
Explosiv wie Kerosin
Mit viel Oktan und frei von Blei
Einen Kraftstoff wie Benzin

Brauch keinen Freund, kein Kokain
Brauch weder Arzt noch Medizin
Brauch keine Frau nur Vaselin
Etwas Nitroglyzerin

Ich brauche Geld für Gasolin
Explosiv wie Kerosin
Mit viel Oktan und frei von Blei
Einen Kraftstoff wie Benzin

Es fließt durch meine Venen
Es schläft in meinen Tränen
Es läuft mir aus den Ohren
Herz und Nieren sind Motoren

Willst du dich von etwas trennen
Dann musst du es verbrennen
Willst du es nie wieder sehen
Lass es schwimmen in Benzin

The Enemy

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Hey! Oh, Mr. Back-Stabbing-Son-of-a-Bitch
You’re livin’ in a world that’ll soon be dyin’
And I know, everybody knows you try to be like me
But even at your best as a man
You couldn’t equal half of me

You! You’re another shit talkin’ punk to me
You’re a living inspiration for what I never wanna be
I see you’ve been blinded by what you believe
Now back up and sit down, shut up and act like you need to be

I am realizing
That everybody’s lost their simple ways
And now that it’s here, I see it oh, so clearly
I’ve come face to face with the enemy
Oh, the enemy

So predicting, you’re the reason why I lie
Simple decision took me too much time to fly
Oh, check mate!

Made of Scars

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This one came from looking, this one opened twice
These two seemed smooth as silk, flush against my eyes
This one need stitches, and this one came from rings
This one isn’t even there, but I feel it more because you don’t care

Yeah, cut right into me
Yeah, because I am made of scars
Yes, I am made of scars

This one had it coming, this one found a vein
This one was an accident, but never gave me pain
This one was my father’s, and this one you can’t see
This one had me scared to death, but I guess I should be glad I’m not dead

Yeah, cut right into me
Yeah, because I am made of scars
Yes, I am made of scars

This one was the first one, this one had a vice
This one, here, I like to rub on dark and stormy nights
This one was the last one, I don’t remember how
But I remember blood and rain, and I never saw it coming again

Yeah, cut right into me
Yeah, because I am made of scars
Yes, I am made of scars
That’s what I’m made of

See Who Gives a Fuck

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The blood’s on the wall
so you’d might as well just admit it
And bleach out the stains
commit to forgetting it
You’re better off empty and blank
Than left with a single pathetic trace of this
Smother another failure, lay this to rest

Console yourself, you’re better alone
Destroy yourself, see who gives a fuck
Absorb yourself, you’re better alone
Destroy yourself

I’ll chain you to the truth
For the truth shall set you free
I’ll turn the screws of vengeance and bury you with honesty
I’ll make all your dreams come to life
And slay them as quickly as they came
Smother another failure, lay this to rest

Console yourself, you’re better alone
Destroy yourself, see who gives a fuck
Absorb yourself, you’re better alone
Destroy yourself

See who gives a fuck
See who gives a fuck
See who gives a fuck