The first to admit - I'm a doomed drug addict
And I always will be - hey man, don't follow me
No excuse for drug abuse
Said these lines a thousand times
Don't want to live atrial fib - from neurosis, cerosis
Please make me smile - if you learn from my trial
Baby I'll pay this price - maybe saving your life for ya
I can't state this point enough
The pickup's easy, but the put down's rough
Up the nose or tap a vein - no one else but you to blame
I can't believe I died last night - oh God I'm dead again
I can't believe I died last night - I'm f*cking dead again
Chemical joy turning thee paranoid
Recently buried deep Greenwood Cemetery, now
I had no pulse last time I checked
I'd trade my life for self respect
There are some things worse than death
I can't believe I died last night - oh God I'm dead again
I can't believe I died last night - I'm f*cking dead again
Type O Negative - Dead Again Album Lyrics
Type O Negative - Dead Again Lyrics
Writer: Peter Steele-Ratajczyk
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Tripping A Blind Man
Say the word and I'll be healed
opened eyes grease my wheels
Since my vision's be restored
Trip me once shame on you
Trip me twice I'm the fool
Thought it's hidden I've been cured
Patience is divine but the virtue is not mine
Turn you cheek gets ripped off
That's why God gave us four
This is how you spend life
Amused by another's strife
Makes me so sad and confused
Someone's pain you leisure
Can't explain sick pleasure
I'm so glad I'm not you
Patience is divine but the virtue is not mine
Turn you cheek gets ripped off
That's why God gave us four
Throwing wrenches gave a false sense of power
What started sweet will soon turn sour
You think it's your place to dispense justice
Well I've been sent to judge the judges
God damn love 'cause it's breaking my heart
And if I had one wish I'd see in the dark
Tripping a blind man so easy to do
Tripping a blind man why can't it be you?
You want to play God and I know you will
If that's the case I'll be the devil
Now who the f*ck are you to discipline me
Innocence condemned by the guilty?
God damn love 'cause it's breaking my heart
And if I had one wish I'd see in the dark
Tripping a blind man so easy to do
Tripping a blind man why can't it be you?
Losing his grip of his seeing eye dog's spikey collar
Panicking, the startled pet ran to the street
Sanitation truck skidding unable to stop
Shoveled up what was left of his canine spot
As they left, the ground turned muddy crimson
Where's my mutt? The victim requested
EMS responded he had to say bye
Teary eyed, the old man cried then died
Patience is divine but the virtue is not mine
Turn your cheek gets ripped off
That's why God gave us four
opened eyes grease my wheels
Since my vision's be restored
Trip me once shame on you
Trip me twice I'm the fool
Thought it's hidden I've been cured
Patience is divine but the virtue is not mine
Turn you cheek gets ripped off
That's why God gave us four
This is how you spend life
Amused by another's strife
Makes me so sad and confused
Someone's pain you leisure
Can't explain sick pleasure
I'm so glad I'm not you
Patience is divine but the virtue is not mine
Turn you cheek gets ripped off
That's why God gave us four
Throwing wrenches gave a false sense of power
What started sweet will soon turn sour
You think it's your place to dispense justice
Well I've been sent to judge the judges
God damn love 'cause it's breaking my heart
And if I had one wish I'd see in the dark
Tripping a blind man so easy to do
Tripping a blind man why can't it be you?
You want to play God and I know you will
If that's the case I'll be the devil
Now who the f*ck are you to discipline me
Innocence condemned by the guilty?
God damn love 'cause it's breaking my heart
And if I had one wish I'd see in the dark
Tripping a blind man so easy to do
Tripping a blind man why can't it be you?
Losing his grip of his seeing eye dog's spikey collar
Panicking, the startled pet ran to the street
Sanitation truck skidding unable to stop
Shoveled up what was left of his canine spot
As they left, the ground turned muddy crimson
Where's my mutt? The victim requested
EMS responded he had to say bye
Teary eyed, the old man cried then died
Patience is divine but the virtue is not mine
Turn your cheek gets ripped off
That's why God gave us four
Writer: Peter Steele-Ratajczyk
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
The Profit of Doom
Goodbye cruel world
Of this shape a star of five
Also applies to the one with six sides
Against the sun and against the moon
I warn you that the two combined
Will bring man's doom
Of ten horns and seven heads
Count your fingers and the continents
On your head or in your right hand
This new moral code that the media commands
Believe not in their clever words
Because faith inact(ed) are the loudest heard
All these things I say are true
Understood sadly by a chosen few, you
April 2029 the final time the end my friend is not near
The hour in fact is quite here when the moon becomes red
To guide the risen dead
This means God's turned his back on you
It's a Friday 13th of course you won't live to see noon
I am a prophet of doom
So now the star has fallen washing away the seas
The seventh seal's been opened it's raining your fears
Are you paranoid the coming asteroid
Has got your name tattooed on it
This stone's called Apophis
It brings apocalypse
I am a prophet of doom
Speak the name of he created thee all to be
Which should not be spoken no laws broken
Now life and love the stars above
Which fall upon the all that worship the beast
Influence ceased
My soul's on fire
My faith is an ember burning forever
Working toward a greater reward serving my lured
Built his home upon the rock not of the flock
But coming as a shepherd guarding his heard
My soul's on fire
Of this shape a star of five
Also applies to the one with six sides
Against the sun and against the moon
I warn you that the two combined
Will bring man's doom
Of ten horns and seven heads
Count your fingers and the continents
On your head or in your right hand
This new moral code that the media commands
Believe not in their clever words
Because faith inact(ed) are the loudest heard
All these things I say are true
Understood sadly by a chosen few, you
April 2029 the final time the end my friend is not near
The hour in fact is quite here when the moon becomes red
To guide the risen dead
This means God's turned his back on you
It's a Friday 13th of course you won't live to see noon
I am a prophet of doom
So now the star has fallen washing away the seas
The seventh seal's been opened it's raining your fears
Are you paranoid the coming asteroid
Has got your name tattooed on it
This stone's called Apophis
It brings apocalypse
I am a prophet of doom
Speak the name of he created thee all to be
Which should not be spoken no laws broken
Now life and love the stars above
Which fall upon the all that worship the beast
Influence ceased
My soul's on fire
My faith is an ember burning forever
Working toward a greater reward serving my lured
Built his home upon the rock not of the flock
But coming as a shepherd guarding his heard
My soul's on fire
Writer: Peter Steele-Ratajczyk
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
September Sun
September sun glowing golden hair
Now keep in mind son she was never there
October's rust bisecting black storm clouds
Only the deaf hear my silent shouts
Yet in the dark still he screams your name
Nights living death with witch rhymes insane
Ten years amassed para toda mi vida?
Lost man in time was his name Peter
September sun rotted flat bush porch
I would have run then had I known the cost
Autumnal rays turned your eyes to stone
Did it give you pleasure to steal my soul?
Leave her alone
I said leave her alone
Me? I know why
Now keep in mind son she was never there
October's rust bisecting black storm clouds
Only the deaf hear my silent shouts
Yet in the dark still he screams your name
Nights living death with witch rhymes insane
Ten years amassed para toda mi vida?
Lost man in time was his name Peter
September sun rotted flat bush porch
I would have run then had I known the cost
Autumnal rays turned your eyes to stone
Did it give you pleasure to steal my soul?
Leave her alone
I said leave her alone
Me? I know why
Writer: Peter Steele-Ratajczyk
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Halloween In Heaven
The dead they got that morbid beat it goes deo deo
They dance upon decaying feet with their black toes oh no
Heaven, Limbo and Hell - purgatory oh well oh well
Halloween in Heaven - it's Christmas in Hell
Halloween in Heaven oh well oh well
The devil stole a yule tree decorated with souls
Jesus trick or treating as him below
Heaven, Limbo and Hell - purgatory oh well oh well
Halloween in Heaven - it's Christmas in Hell
Halloween in Heaven oh well oh well
Bonham on drums, Entwistle on bass as guest morticians
Bon Scott on vox, Rhoads just for kicks, on guitar Hendrix
Lennon sits in with his friend George but where is Morrison?
Of course I cried when I heard they'd died and took a part of me
Same time gave from beyond the grave became what was to be
Elvis ain't dead so he isn't here party never ends
Demon roadies, angel groupies, suicide losers
If only I'd known how cool death is I'd have killed myself sooner
Of harps and choirs, pumpkin pine pyres, flames of red and green
Orange and black, years take me back - Christmas or Halloween
Halloween in Heaven - it's Christmas in Hell
Halloween in Heaven oh well oh well
They dance upon decaying feet with their black toes oh no
Heaven, Limbo and Hell - purgatory oh well oh well
Halloween in Heaven - it's Christmas in Hell
Halloween in Heaven oh well oh well
The devil stole a yule tree decorated with souls
Jesus trick or treating as him below
Heaven, Limbo and Hell - purgatory oh well oh well
Halloween in Heaven - it's Christmas in Hell
Halloween in Heaven oh well oh well
Bonham on drums, Entwistle on bass as guest morticians
Bon Scott on vox, Rhoads just for kicks, on guitar Hendrix
Lennon sits in with his friend George but where is Morrison?
Of course I cried when I heard they'd died and took a part of me
Same time gave from beyond the grave became what was to be
Elvis ain't dead so he isn't here party never ends
Demon roadies, angel groupies, suicide losers
If only I'd known how cool death is I'd have killed myself sooner
Of harps and choirs, pumpkin pine pyres, flames of red and green
Orange and black, years take me back - Christmas or Halloween
Halloween in Heaven - it's Christmas in Hell
Halloween in Heaven oh well oh well
Writer: Peter Steele-Ratajczyk
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
These Three Things
The child is torn from the womb unbaptised
There's no question it's infanticide
I'm guilty so therefore condemned
Destroying angels must come to an end
Now in Limbo deprived of paradise not so nice
At the end I'll escort you to hell
The dark one's forces lock your flaming cell
To murder the one's unborn
The worst sin you've ever performed
There are two other things I must tell know them well
With due respect hear these words of caution
If considering and abortion
If you did boiling sulphur
To which I will not concur
Leading to a path of misfortune no one won
Of a land, land that shuns the son
So alien call it area 5-1
Should there be failure to convert Zion?
What came as a lamb returning as a lion
Not a nation but a self proclaimed state
Since the year of our Lord 1-9-4-8
The road to redemption leads to through deserts
Rocky though the trip through is well worth it
I am the duel of the fisherman Simon
He brought alpha, omega, yes I'm the one
The twins fell beginning Armageddon
So the whore too who dwelleth in Babylon
All his people gathered round - through forgiveness salvation found
There's no question it's infanticide
I'm guilty so therefore condemned
Destroying angels must come to an end
Now in Limbo deprived of paradise not so nice
At the end I'll escort you to hell
The dark one's forces lock your flaming cell
To murder the one's unborn
The worst sin you've ever performed
There are two other things I must tell know them well
With due respect hear these words of caution
If considering and abortion
If you did boiling sulphur
To which I will not concur
Leading to a path of misfortune no one won
Of a land, land that shuns the son
So alien call it area 5-1
Should there be failure to convert Zion?
What came as a lamb returning as a lion
Not a nation but a self proclaimed state
Since the year of our Lord 1-9-4-8
The road to redemption leads to through deserts
Rocky though the trip through is well worth it
I am the duel of the fisherman Simon
He brought alpha, omega, yes I'm the one
The twins fell beginning Armageddon
So the whore too who dwelleth in Babylon
All his people gathered round - through forgiveness salvation found
Writer: Peter Steele-Ratajczyk
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
She Burned Me Down
She burned me down, down to the ground
Blood - though thicker than water - is harder to clean up
You'll get it in the end boy if the weapon of choice is love
Expecting it from a stranger or maybe an acquaintance
Never from family or friends though a simple mistake and expense
She burned me down, down to the ground
Pissed and disappointed I prey to learn to forgive
If I can't find it in my heart then I have no reason to live
Here is an education - the lesson professed is quite cruel
There are some things worse the death and one of them is you
Every time I see her start a fire I get higher
Blood - though thicker than water - is harder to clean up
You'll get it in the end boy if the weapon of choice is love
Expecting it from a stranger or maybe an acquaintance
Never from family or friends though a simple mistake and expense
She burned me down, down to the ground
Pissed and disappointed I prey to learn to forgive
If I can't find it in my heart then I have no reason to live
Here is an education - the lesson professed is quite cruel
There are some things worse the death and one of them is you
Every time I see her start a fire I get higher
Writer: Peter Steele-Ratajczyk
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Some Stupid Tomorrow
I can't play God forgiveness is hard
Forgiving also hard too
I have my orders
Blood's thicker than water
Though much harder to clean up
IOI in on it, IOI in on it - never forget
Punching in walls to prove I've got balls
Only got me busted knuckles
Therapy is slow
And jail is a no
A rotting tit on which I suckle
IOI in on it, IOI in on it - never forget
Some stupid tomorrow - some stupid today
Some stupid tomorrow - go away, go away
Yesterday
Forgiving also hard too
I have my orders
Blood's thicker than water
Though much harder to clean up
IOI in on it, IOI in on it - never forget
Punching in walls to prove I've got balls
Only got me busted knuckles
Therapy is slow
And jail is a no
A rotting tit on which I suckle
IOI in on it, IOI in on it - never forget
Some stupid tomorrow - some stupid today
Some stupid tomorrow - go away, go away
Yesterday
Writer: Peter Steele-Ratajczyk
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
An Ode To Locksmiths
Been given the keys I knew I'd receive
Be careful what you're asking for
Thy rod and thy staff simply twelve toned math
An earful opening all doors
Simon the roman gone fission for man
If you're caught is to be freed
Come open your lock by using a rock
Or sowing the proper seeds
Woe to thee all woman of land, air and sea
Adam was the serpent apple 'tween his knees
Seduced by a snake worshiped by nations
Banished forth, from Eden it's the male who is Satan
From the tree of knowledge (a metaphor for sex)
Plucked a ripened globs of fruit that of her innocence
Since forbidden resisted forcing her to taste
Now I know why girls hate boys 'cause Eve was in fact raped
We ain't going home - got nowhere to go
Be careful what you're asking for
Thy rod and thy staff simply twelve toned math
An earful opening all doors
Simon the roman gone fission for man
If you're caught is to be freed
Come open your lock by using a rock
Or sowing the proper seeds
Woe to thee all woman of land, air and sea
Adam was the serpent apple 'tween his knees
Seduced by a snake worshiped by nations
Banished forth, from Eden it's the male who is Satan
From the tree of knowledge (a metaphor for sex)
Plucked a ripened globs of fruit that of her innocence
Since forbidden resisted forcing her to taste
Now I know why girls hate boys 'cause Eve was in fact raped
We ain't going home - got nowhere to go
Writer: Peter Steele-Ratajczyk
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Hail And Farewell To Britain
Once upon a slime I thought you royalty
I would never have questioned your loyalty
Don't act so surprised, saw through you disguise
But with friends like you free from my enemies
Up until recently never had a clue
In a way I must admit I pity you
I'm through with you kind, 'cause you've wasted my time
Please do not release them, Lord knows what they do
I can't believe how cruel life is
Emotional blackmail makes me sick, oh so sick
Who is to blame for constant shame on you
These words I use don't confuse with cool
This misfortune not lost but won deserved
Choosing is hard careful which God you serve
Traitors many, surrounding me cowards
Conspiracy so clear to see flowers
We were brothers til discovered deceit
Tried with treason that's the reason you're beat
I can't believe how cruel life is
Emotional blackmail makes me sick, oh so sick
All hail and farewell to Britain, all hail and farewell to thee
All hail and farewell to Britain, all hail and farewell to me
I would never have questioned your loyalty
Don't act so surprised, saw through you disguise
But with friends like you free from my enemies
Up until recently never had a clue
In a way I must admit I pity you
I'm through with you kind, 'cause you've wasted my time
Please do not release them, Lord knows what they do
I can't believe how cruel life is
Emotional blackmail makes me sick, oh so sick
Who is to blame for constant shame on you
These words I use don't confuse with cool
This misfortune not lost but won deserved
Choosing is hard careful which God you serve
Traitors many, surrounding me cowards
Conspiracy so clear to see flowers
We were brothers til discovered deceit
Tried with treason that's the reason you're beat
I can't believe how cruel life is
Emotional blackmail makes me sick, oh so sick
All hail and farewell to Britain, all hail and farewell to thee
All hail and farewell to Britain, all hail and farewell to me
Writer: Peter Steele-Ratajczyk
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Dead Again (stylized as DЭДD ДGДIИ) is the seventh and final studio album by the American gothic metal band Type O Negative, released before the death of frontman Peter Steele in 2010, and subsequent dissolution of the band.
It was released on March 13, 2007, through record label Steamhammer, a subsidiary of SPV.
The cover photo is a portrayal of Grigori Rasputin, the Russian mystic and associate of Tsar Nicholas II. The lettering is in a faux-Cyrillic font.
The song "Halloween in Heaven" is a tribute to Dimebag Darrell, who was killed in 2004.
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Type O NegativeIt was released on March 13, 2007, through record label Steamhammer, a subsidiary of SPV.
The cover photo is a portrayal of Grigori Rasputin, the Russian mystic and associate of Tsar Nicholas II. The lettering is in a faux-Cyrillic font.
The song "Halloween in Heaven" is a tribute to Dimebag Darrell, who was killed in 2004.
Genre(s): Gothic metal, doom metal
Producer(s): Josh Silver, Peter Steele
Length: 77:28
Released: March 13th, 2007
Year: 2007