Tracks

01. Strength Beyond Strength
02. Becoming
03. 5 Minutes Alone
04. I'm Broken
05. Good Friends And A Bottle Of Pills
06. Hard Lines, Sunken Cheeks
07. Slaughtered
08. 25 Years
09. Shedding Skin
10. Use My Third Arm
11. Throes Of Rejection
12. Planet Caravan



01. Strength Beyond Strength

Music & lyrics by Philip Anselmo, Dimebag Darrell, Vinnie Paul and Rex
There is nothing.
No education. No family life to open my Arms to. You'd say
that my job is today, yet gone tomorrow. I'll be broke in a gutter.
I know the opinion.
A broken record. Fuck you and your College dream. Fact is, we're stronger than all.

You're working for perfect bodies, perfect minds and perfect Neighbors. But I'm helping to legalize dope on Your pristine streets and I'm making a fortune.
You're muscle and gall. Naive at best.
I'm bone, brain and Cock. Deep down stronger than all.

A sad state of affairs. A crippled America. A pipe dream Buttfucked. Immune. Stronger than all.

We've grown into a monster.
An arrogant, explosive motherfuck.
Hard as a rock. Shut like a lock. The president in submission. He holds out his hand on Your television and draws back a stump.
It's too late for some. Far too late.

Hail Kings. The new Kings. Stronger than all.

A simple process to legalize. There would not be a choice but to Take our side. Be there no question of certain strengths. Know This intention. Forever stronger than all. stronger than all


02. Becoming

Music & lyrics by Philip Anselmo, Dimebag Darrell, Vinnie Paul and Rex
A long time ago I never knew myself. Then the memory
Of shame birthed its gift.
No more. The small one, the weak one, the frightened one.
Running from beatings, deflating. I'm becoming more
Than a man. More than you ever were. Driven and burning
To rise beyond Jesus.

I'm born again with snakes eyes
Becoming Godsize

I found my life was slipping through my hands. Perhaps
Through death my life won't be so bad.
I can see you, can fuck you, inside of you. Staring through
Your eyes. Belittle your friends to serve me, to suck me,
To realize my saving grasp. I of suicide. I the unlord.

I'm born again with snakes eyes
Becoming Godsize


03. 5 Minutes Alone

Music & lyrics by Philip Anselmo, Dimebag Darrell, Vinnie Paul and Rex
I see you had your mind all made up you group of
Pitiful liars. Before I woke to face the day, your master
Plan transpired. -Something told me- this job had more to
Meet the eye. My song is not believed? My words some-
What deceiving? Now I'm unwhole.
You've waged a war of nerves
But you can't crush the kingdom
Can't be what your idols are. Can't leave the scar.
You cry for compensation. I ask you please just give us...
5 minutes alone
I read your eyes, your mind was made up. You took me for
A fool. You used complexion of my skin for a counter
Racist tool. -You can't burn me- I've spilled my guts out
In the past. Taken advantage of because you know where
I've come. My past.
You've waged a war of nerves
But you can't crush the kingdom
Can't be what your idols are. Can't leave the scar.
You cry for compensation. I ask you please just give us...
5 minutes alone


04. I'm Broken

Music & lyrics by Philip Anselmo, Dimebag Darrell, Vinnie Paul and Rex
I wonder if we'll smile in our coffins while loved ones
Mourn the day, the absence of our faces, living, laughing,
Eyes awake. Is this too much for them to take?
Too young for ones conclusion, the lifestyle won.
Such values you taught your son. That's how.

Look at me now. I'm broken.
Inherit my life.

One day we all will die, a clinched fact of life. Force fed
To make us heed. Inbred to sponge our bleed. Every
Warning, a leaking rubber, a poison apple for mingled
Blood. Too young for ones delusion the lifestyle cost
Venereal Mother embrace the lost. That's how

Look at you now. You're broken
Inherit your life.


05. Good Friends And A Bottle Of Pills

Music & lyrics by Philip Anselmo, Dimebag Darrell, Vinnie Paul and Rex
I fucked your girlfriend last night.
While you snored and drooled, I fucked your love.
She called me Daddy. And I called her baby when I
Smacked her ass. I called her sugar when I ate
Her alive till daylight. And I slept with her all
Over me, from forehead to ribcage I dripped her ass.
Sometimes I thought you might be spying, living out some
Brash fantasy, but no. You were knocked out. But we were
All knocked out you know. In a way

I serve too many masters.

We didn't know you'd break the bottle that the magic
Came in to use those jagged shards to slit our wrists
And neck. And you'd do it too, you're that kind of dude.
But you wouldn't know what you were doing because
I didn't, your girlfriend could have been a burn
Victim, an amputee, a dead body. But god damn I wanted
To fuck.

I'm losing what's left of my fucking mind,
I serve too many fucking masters.
(I told you. I told you motherfucker)


06. Hard Lines, Sunken Cheeks

Music & lyrics by Philip Anselmo, Dimebag Darrell, Vinnie Paul and Rex
As a child I was given the gift to entertain you.
But through blood I inherited a life that could destroy you.
I drink all day. I smoke all day.
I took your daughter's breath away.
I've done it all but tap the vein.
These hard lines and sunken cheeks are text book reasons
All these Christians come alive and try to sell you

My soul for a goat, yet I'll outlive the old.

You know it's bad, some may say sad, a hangover is
Inspiration. Like a junkie I hurt for it. A bad trip, the
Emptiness. I never sleep, or always sleep a lack of
Fulfillment to me is me. The big picture.
These hard lines and sunken cheeks are part of
What the Christians mean to immortalize my situation.

My soul for a goat. Yet I'll outlive the old.
Embrace some religion. To get close to some
Undivine ejaculation point.

Simply to thy ghost I cling.
Simply to thy ghost I reject.
Simply to thy ghost I give spit.
Tempter, tempting, tempt me. Molest me. You know that I'll
Submit. For this is my weakness and it saves me from relationships
With those Christians. You know they'll sell you my soul
For a goat. Yet I'll outlive the old.


07. Slaughtered

Music & lyrics by Philip Anselmo, Dimebag Darrell, Vinnie Paul and Rex
One's own Kingman, Christ person, Woman God.
At battle with a mass astrengent. The bond
That blends the weak to the wise.
It's a safe assumption that you'd want
to save me now. But I'll never face castration.
For your sacred sow is left slaughtered.
Brainwashed by me. Myself influence I. Bird brained
World saver. A fake god rests dead inside you.
It's a safe assumption that you'd want to save me now.
But I'll never face castration. For your sacred sow is left
Slaughtered.
System destroyed. Exposed and unployed. The fruit
Of intention cry for their dead, but turning their head to
Ignore reality's claw. Knife to your wrist, syringe in your
Arm is your ounce of prevention. Give what you made,
And under your name on your grave, is salvation. A big
Fucking joke.
Slaughter the pig, the self righteous king for your own
Restoration. For your God is in your chest, and faith kills
What is precious, for death is unanswered.
Do sin.


08. 25 Years

Music & lyrics by Philip Anselmo, Dimebag Darrell, Vinnie Paul and Rex
I vent my frustration at you old man, after
Years your ears will hear. You screamed that you
Tried, but it's words of a weakling and promises made
By a liar [drunken liar]. Now you pick up that splintered
Chair, that was aiming for your head. A head that should
Have been long ago kicked in by me. Alone.
I won't lose a second of sleep for this... Don't touch me.
Orphaned to the dope and drinks, I learned my lesson well,
Somehow(?), from you. No tears. Can't clutch my regrets.
But these years of detachment have left me with
Demons now surfacing. But I'm becoming more than nothing.
You never knew the answers to any of my questions, did you?
You made up all the answers to my unimportant existence.
But now you don't have to dump me off, not again...
Don't touch me again.
I vow, lest I die tomorrow...
You'll never be the father I am. The bastard father to
The thousands of the ugly, criticized, the unwanted. The
Ones with fathers just like you. We're fucking you back.
I'm shoving my life right down your throat. Can I
Find the guts? Can I feel the heart? Look at the
Ground as you choke me up, does it taste like tequila?
Or failure?
We're fucking you back.


09. Shedding Skin

Music & lyrics by Philip Anselmo, Dimebag Darrell, Vinnie Paul and Rex
I don't want you to look at me while I'm shedding
Skin. I can't afford for you to see what's inside me.
I'd rather shoot myself than have you watch me. I
Feel you'd steal my skin to try and wear me.
I was betrayed, one more day of my short life. You were
Carried away. You had no shame. To suffocate my being.
I was me, but you weren't you. You were sticking to me like
a scab...so I peeled you away, and bled for days. Then
Stepped out of myself.

I'm shedding skin, changing within, I'm falling in.
Through swollen eyes, I dreamed you died, caught inside.
I'm shedding skin, spreading thin, severed stem.
I created the end, I'm killing a friend. I'm shedding my skin.

I don't think you belong in here, I feel I'm sick. Don't ask because
You know damn well where I've been. I've kept a simple
Woman through the thick and thin. But I've found the guts
to sever from my Siamese twin.
I throw you away. Everyday. A dead part of life. Strangling
back. Seething black. In between my longing for torture.
Blood on my face that came from your face. The mix
Of kissing and bleeding. I put you away. I shut you away.
I pissed you away. I threw you away.

I'm shedding skin, changing within, I'm falling in.
Through swollen eyes, I dreamed you died, caught inside.
I'm shedding skin, spreading thin, severed stem.
I created the end, I'm killing a friend. I'm shedding my skin.

You're fucking, and sucking. You're friendless. It's endless.
Your flower has soured. It's endless. You're friendless.
It's harder. And stronger. But no one's been inside you longer.
Or harder. Or deeper. To get you off, you need the fear.
It's never love. Bloody touch. Broken wrist. Needle rust.
Choking throat. Swallowed teeth. Head fuck. No peace.
I'm shedding my skin to peel you off of me.
You've got to love me.
Ornament. Shrunken head. Playtoy. Snake strike. Poisonous.
Syphilis. Drenched me. Soaked me.
I'm shedding my skin to drain you out of me.
You've got to hate me


10. Use My Third Arm

Music & lyrics by Philip Anselmo, Dimebag Darrell, Vinnie Paul and Rex
Enlight your sense of thought, of touch, of real, a shield,
An underground for this coward.
Building a blood in water scent. It's like some raping,
without judgment.
Boy in a pocket. Balls in a bag. Serve and
Protect you. His dick his gun, his brain his badge.
A faster way to kill them all would take too goddamn long.
Absorb through pores the great escape. Kill that fuck
to show him up. Equal his displeasure now. Stab his
Ass, a reminded past of what the fuck we live for.

Ourselves.

Arm yourself. A branch. A third arm. Extend your health,
Crawl inside euphoria. Building a blood in water scent. It's
Like a scraping. It's entrapment. Boy in a pocket. Balls in
A bag. Perverted handle. His getting by is a fisted fuck.
A faster way to exterminate them takes too fucking
long. Absorb through pores the great escape.
Kill that fuck to show him up. Equal his displeasure now.
Stab his ass, a reminded past of what the fuck we live for.

Ourselves.

Half assed for most his life. Piss poor little ham. NARO
boy- A fake fuck limp dick. Sucking up to the man.
And the world. We need a fucking cold war.


11. Throes Of Rejection

Music & lyrics by Philip Anselmo, Dimebag Darrell, Vinnie Paul and Rex
This is feeding what I am.
It's like salt poured into a deep, infected wound. It's the
type of pain you really dig and long for. I've always been
Insecure to open up and show love. Some pretty girl with
Long hair, some bald guy writhing.
rejection...The kind that's self induced. The tongue that's
Bitten through. The nauseating stab. Is feeding what
I am. A short fuse.
If there really is a god, then it's punishing me constantly.
She let me taste that sugarhole and of course, I wanted
More.
But no. I'm reduced to a Rottypanol snort and a lot of drinks.
This shit goes on and on. Just look down my pants.
Rejection...It ain't a fucking game. My human dick to
blame. A sociopathic plan. Is feeding what I am.
Rejection...Takes life away from eyes. Will give you to
The skies. It makes me more than a man. Is drowning
What I am.


12. Planet Caravan

Music & lyrics by Philip Anselmo, Dimebag Darrell, Vinnie Paul and Rex
We sail through endless skies
stars shine like eyes
the black night sighs
The moon in silver trees
falls down in tears
light of the night
The earth, a purple blaze
of sapphire haze
in orbit always

While down below the trees
bathed in cool breeze
silver starlight breaks down the night
And so we pass on by the crimson eye
of great god Mars
as we travel the universe