01 BLACKENED

(6:40)

Blackened is the end, winter it will send
Throwing all you see into obscurity
Death of mother earth, never a rebirth
Evolution's end, never will it mend
Never

Fire, to begin whipping dance of the dead
Blackened is the end
To begin whipping dance of the dead
Color our world blackened

Blistering of earth, terminate its worth
Deadly nicotine, kills what might've been
Callous frigid chill, nothing left to kill
Never seen before, breathing nevermore
Never

Fire, to begin whipping dance of the dead
Blackened is the end
To begin whipping dance of the dead
Color our world blackened
Blackened

Opposition (opposition), contradiction (contradiction)
Premonition (premonition), compromise
Agitation (agitation), violation (violation)
Mutilation (mutilation), planet dies
Darkest color, blistered earth
True death of life

(Termination, termination) Termination, (expiration) expiration
(Cancellation) cancellation human race
(Expectation) expectation, (liberation) liberation
(Population) population laid to waste
See our mother put to death
See our mother die

Smoldering decay, take her breath away
Millions of our years in minutes disappears
Darkening in vain, decadence remains
All is said and done, never is the sun
Never

Fire, to begin whipping dance of the dead
Blackened is the end
To begin whipping dance of the dead
Fire is the outcome of hypocrisy
Darkest potency
In the exit of humanity
Color our world blackened
Blackened

Words and Music by James Hetfield, Lars Ulrich and Jason Newsted
©1988 Creeping Death Music (ASCAP)
International Copyright Secured All Rights Reserved

02 ...AND JUSTICE FOR ALL

(9:44)

Halls of justice painted green
Money talking
Power wolves beset your door
Hear them stalking
Soon you'll please their appetite
They devour
Hammer of justice crushes you
Overpower

The ultimate in vanity
Exploiting their supremacy
I can't believe the things you say
I can't believe, I can't believe the price you pay
Nothing can save you

Justice is lost, justice is raped, justice is gone
Pulling your strings, justice is done
Seeking no truth, winning is all
Find it so grim, so true, so real

Apathy their stepping stone
So unfeeling
Hidden deep animosity
So deceiving
Through your eyes their light burns
Hoping to find
Inquisition sinking you
With prying minds

The ultimate in vanity
Exploiting their supremacy
I can't believe the things you say
I can't believe, I can't believe the price you pay
Nothing can save you

Justice is lost, justice is raped, justice is gone
Pulling your strings, justice is done
Seeking no truth, winning is all
Find it so grim, so true, so real

Lady Justice has been raped
Truth assassin
Rolls of red tape seal your lips
Now you're done in
Their money tips her scales again
Make your deal
Just what is truth, I cannot tell
Cannot feel

The ultimate in vanity
Exploiting their supremacy
I can't believe the things you say
I can't believe, I can't believe the price we pay
Nothing can save us

Justice is lost, justice is raped, justice is gone
Pulling your strings, justice is done
Seeking no truth, winning is all
Find it so grim, so true, so real

Seeking no truth, winning is all
Find it so grim, so true, so real

Words and Music by James Hetfield, Lars Ulrich and Kirk Hammett
©1988 Creeping Death Music (ASCAP)
International Copyright Secured All Rights Reserved

03 EYE OF THE BEHOLDER

(6:25)

Do you see what I see
Truth is an offence
Your silence for your confidence
Do you hear what I hear
Doors are slamming shut
Limit your imagination
Keep you where they must

Do you feel what I feel
Bittering distress
Who decides what you express
Do you take what I take
Endurance is the word
Moving back instead of forward
Seems to me absurd

Doesn't matter what you see
Or into it what you read
You can do it your own way
If it's done just how I say

Independence, limited
Freedom of choice is made for you my friend
Freedom of speech is words that they will bend
Freedom with their exception

Do you fear what I fear
Living properly
Truths to you are lies to me
Do you choose what I choose
More alternatives
Energy derives from both the plus and negative

Do you need what I need
Boundaries overthrown
Look inside, to each his own
Do you trust what I trust
Me, myself, and I
Penetrate the smoke screen
I see through the selfish lie

Doesn't matter what you see
Or into it what you read
You can do it your own way
If it's done just how I say

Independence, limited
Freedom of choice is made for you, my friend
Freedom of speech is words that they will bend
Freedom with their exception

Do you know what I know
Your money and your wealth
Your silence just to hear yourself
Do you want what I want
Desire not a thing
I hunger after independence
Lengthen freedom's ring

Doesn't matter what you see
Or into it what you read
You can do it your own way
If it's done just how I say

Independence limited
Freedom of choice is made for you, my friend
Freedom of speech is words that they will bend
Freedom no longer frees you

Doesn't matter what you see
Or into it what you read
You can do it your own way
If it's done just how I say

Words and Music by James Hetfield, Lars Ulrich and Kirk Hammett
©1988 Creeping Death Music (ASCAP)
International Copyright Secured All Rights Reserved

04 ONE

(7:24)

I can't remember anything
Can't tell if this is true or dream
Deep down inside I feel to scream
This terrible silence stops in me

Now that the war is through with me
I'm waking up, I cannot see
That there's not much left of me
Nothing is real but pain now

Hold my breath as I wish for death
Oh please God, wake me

Back in the womb it's much too real
In pumps life that I must feel
But can't look forward to reveal
Look to the time when I'll live

Fed through the tube that sticks in me
Just like a war time novelty
Tied to machines that make me be
Cut this life off from me

Hold my breath as I wish for death
Oh please God, wake me

Now the world is gone I'm just one
Oh God, help me
Hold my breath as I wish for death
Oh please God, help me

Darkness, imprisoning me
All that I see, absolute horror
I cannot live, I cannot die
Trapped in myself, body my holding cell

Landmine, has taken my sight
Taken my speech, taken my hearing
Taken my arms, taken my legs
Taken my soul, left me with life in hell

Words and Music by James Hetfield and Lars Ulrich
©1988 Creeping Death Music (ASCAP)
International Copyright Secured All Rights Reserved

05 THE SHORTEST STRAW

(6:35)

Suspicion is your name, your honesty to blame
Put dignity to shame, dishonor
Witch-hunt modern day, etermining decay
The blatant disarray, disfigure
The public eye's disgrace, defying common place
Unending paper chase, unending

Deafening
Painstaking
Reckoning
This vertigo it doth bring

Shortest straw
Challenge liberty, downed by law
Live in infamy, rub you raw
Witch-hunt riding through
Shortest straw
The shortest straw has been pulled for you

Pulled for you (Shortest straw)
Pulled for you (Shortest straw)
Pulled for you (Shortest straw)
The shortest straw has been pulled for you

The accusations fly, discrimination, why
Your inner self to die, intruding
Doubt sunk itself in you, its teeth and talons through
You're living Catch 2-2, deluding
A mass hysteria, a megalomania
Reveal dementia, reveal

Secretly
Silently
Certainly
In vertigo you will be

Shortest straw
Challenge liberty, downed by law
Live in infamy, rub you raw
Witch-hunt riding through
Shortest straw
The shortest straw has been pulled for you

Pulled for you (Shortest straw)
Pulled for you (Shortest straw)
Pulled for you (Shortest straw)
Shortest straw has been pulled for you

Shortest straw, pulled for you
Shortest straw, pulled for you
Shortest straw, pulled for you
Shortest straw
The shortest straw has been pulled for you

Behind you, hands are tied
Your being, ostracized
Your hell is multiplied, upending
The fallout has begun, opppressive damage done
Your many turned to none, to nothing
You're reaching your nadir, your will has disappeared
The lie is crystal clear, defending

Channels red
One word said
Blacklisted
With vertigo make you dead

Shortest straw
Challenge liberty, downed by law
Live in infamy, rub you raw
Witch-hunt riding through
Shortest straw
The shortest straw has been pulled for you

Pulled for you

Words and Music by James Hetfield and Lars Ulrich
©1988 Creeping Death Music (ASCAP)
International Copyright Secured All Rights Reserved

06 HARVESTER OF SORROW

(5:42)

My life suffocates
Planting seeds of hate
I've loved, turned to hate
Trapped far beyond my fate
I give, you take
This life that I forsake
Been cheated of my youth
You turned this lie to truth

Anger, misery
You'll suffer unto me

Harvester of sorrow
Language of the mad
Harvester of sorrow

Pure black, looking clear
My work is done soon here
Try getting back to me
Get back which used to be

Drink up, shoot in
Let the beatings begin
Distributor of pain
Your loss becomes my gain

Anger, misery
You'll suffer unto me

Harvester of sorrow
Language of the mad
Harvester of sorrow

All have said their prayers
Invade their nightmares
To see into my eyes
You'll find where murder lies

Infanticide

Harvester of sorrow
Language of the mad
Harvester of sorrow
Language of the mad
Harvester of sorrow

Harvester of sorrow
Harvester of sorrow
Harvester of sorrow
Harvester of sorrow

Harvester of sorrow

Words and Music by James Hetfield and Lars Ulrich
©1988 Creeping Death Music (ASCAP)
International Copyright Secured All Rights Reserved

07 THE FRAYED ENDS OF SANITY

(7:40)

Never hunger, never prosper
I have fallen prey to failure
Struggle within, triggered again
Now the candle burns at both ends

Twisting under schizophrenia
Falling deep into dementia

Old habits reappear
Fighting the fear of fear
Growing conspiracy
Everyone's after me
Frayed ends of sanity
Hear them calling
Hear them calling me

Birth of terror, death of much more
I'm the slave of fear, my captor
Never warnings, spreading its wings
As I wait for the horror she brings

Loss of interest, question, wonder
Waves of fear they pull me under

Old habits reappear
Fighting the fear of fear
Growing conspiracy
Everyone's after me
Frayed ends of sanity
Hear them calling
Hear them calling me

Into ruin I am sinking
Hostage of this nameless feeling
Hell is set free, flooded I'll be
Feel the undertow inside me

Height, hell, time, haste, terror, tension
Life, death, want, waste, mass depression

Old habits reappear
Fighting the fear of fear
Growing conspiracy
Myself is after me
Frayed ends of sanity
Hear them calling
Frayed ends of sanity
Hear them calling
Hear them calling me

Words and Music by James Hetfield, Lars Ulrich and Kirk Hammett
©1988 Creeping Death Music (ASCAP)
International Copyright Secured All Rights Reserved

08 TO LIVE IS TO DIE

(9:48)

When a man lies
He murders some part of the world
These are the pale deaths which men miscall their lives
All this I cannot bear to witness any longer
Cannot the kingdom of salvation take me home

Words by Cliff Burton
Music by James Hetfield, Lars Ulrich and Cliff Burton
©1988 Creeping Death Music (ASCAP)
International Copyright Secured All Rights Reserved

09 DYERS EVE

(5:12)

Dear mother, dear father
What is this hell you have put me through
Believer, deciever
Day in, day out live my life through you
Pushed onto me what's wrong or right
Hidden from this thing that they call life

Dear mother, dear father
Every thought I'd think you'd disapprove
Curator, dictator
Always censoring my every move
Children are seen but are not heard
Tear out everything inspired

Innocence
Torn from me without your shelter
Barred reality, I'm living blindly

Dear mother, dear father
Time has frozen still what's left to be
Hear nothing, say nothing
Cannot face the fact I think for me
No guarantee, it's life as is
But damn you for not giving me my chance

Dear mother, dear father
You've clipped my wings before I learned to fly
Unspoiled, unspoken
I've outgrown thatfuckinglullaby
Same thing I've always heard from you
Do as I say, not as I do

Innocence
Torn from me without your shelter
Barred reality, I'm living blindly

I'm in hell without you
Cannot cope without you two
Shocked at the world that I see
Innocent victim, please rescue me

Dear mother, dear father
Hidden in your world you've made for me
I'm seething, I'm bleeding
Ripping wounds in me that never heal
Undying spite I feel for you
Living out this hell you always knew

Words and Music by James Hetfield, Lars Ulrich and Kirk Hammett
©1988 Creeping Death Music (ASCAP)
International Copyright Secured All Rights Reserved

10 THE PRINCE

(4:26)

Now I see his face, I see his smile
Such a lonely place, no golden mile
Eyes tell of morbid tales, of his black heart
His deeds through ages past, tell of his part

See his face, see his smile
Time to die
Yoh, whoa, yoh

Angel from below, will change my dreams
I want for glory's hour, for wealth's esteem
I wish to sell my soul, to be reborn
I wish for earthly riches, don't want no crown of thorns

See his face, see his smile
Time to die
Oh, oh, yoh

I was born a fool, don't want to stay that way
Devil take my soul, with diamonds you repay
I don't care for heaven, so don't you look for me to cry
And I will burn in hell, from the day I die

See his face, see his smile
Time to die
Whoa, no, yoh