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MORBID THEORY LYRICS
"Rise Up" (2003 EP)
1. Nothing Else Matters
2. Rise Up
3. Creeping Death
4. Enter Sandman
5. For Whom the Bell Tolls
6. Only for the Weak
1. Nothing Else Matters
So close no matter how far
couldn't be much more from the heart
forever trusting who we are
and nothing else matters
never opened myself this way
life is ours, we live it our way
all these words I don't just say
and nothing else matters
trust I seek and I find in you
every day for us something new
open mind for a different view
and nothing else matters
never cared for what they do
never cared for what they know
but I know
so close no matter how far
couldn't be much more from the heart
forever trusting who we are
and nothing else matters
never cared for what they do
never cared for what they know
but I know
never opened myself this way
life is ours, we live it our way
all these words I don't just say
trust I seek and I find in you
every day for us something new
open mind for a different view
and nothing else matters
never cared for what they say
never cared for games they play
never cared for what they do
never cared for what they know
and I know
so close no matter how far
couldn't be much more from the heart
forever trusting who we are
no nothing else matters
2. Rise Up
3. Creeping Death
Slaves Hebrews born to serve to the pharaoh
Heed to his every word live in fear
Faith of the unknown one the deliverer
Wait something must be done four hundred years
So let it be written so let it be done
I'm sent here by the chosen one
So let it be written so let it be done
To kill the first born pharaoh son
I'm creeping death
Now let my people go land of goshen
Go I will be with thee bush of fire
Blood running red and strong down the Nile
Plague darkness three days long hail to fire
So let it be written so let it be done
I'm sent here by the chosen one
So let it be written so let it be done
to kill the first born pharaoh son
I'm creeping death
Die by my hand
I creep across the land
Killing first born man
Die by my hand
I creep across the land
Killing first born man
I rule the midnite air the destroyer
Born I shall soon be there deadly mass
I creep the steps and floor final darkness
Blood lambs blood painted door I shall pass
So let it be written so let it be done
I'm sent here by the chosen one
So let it be written so let it be done
To kill the first born pharaoh son
I'm creeping death
4. Enter Sandman
Say your prayers little one
don't forget, my son
to include everyone
tuck you in, warm within
keep you free from sin
till the sandman he comes
sleep with one eye open
gripping your pillow tight
exit light
enter night
take my hand
off to never never land
something's wrong, shut the light
heavy thoughts tonight
and they aren't of snow white
dreams of war, dreams of liars
dreams of dragon's fire
and of things that will bite
sleep with one eye open
gripping your pillow tight
exit light
enter night
take my hand
off to never never land
now I lay me down to sleep
pray the lord my soul to keep
if I die before I wake
pray the lord my soul to take
hush little baby, don't say a word
and never mind that noise you heard
it's just the beast under your bed,
in your closet, in your head
exit light
enter night
grain of sand
exit light
enter night
take my hand
we're off to never never land
5. For Whom the Bell Tolls
Make his fight on the hill in the early day
Constant chill deep inside
Shouting gun on they run through the endless grey
On they fight for they are right, yes but who's to say?
For a hill men would kill why? they do not know
Suffered wounds test their pride
Men of five still alive through the raging glow
Gone insane from the pain that they surely know
For whom the bell tolls
Time marches on
For whom the bell tolls
Take a look to the sky just before you die
It's the last time you will
Blackened roar massive roar fills the crumbling sky
Shattered goals fills his soul with a ruthless cry
Stranger now are his eyes to this mystery
He hears the silence so loud
Crack of dawn all is gone except the will to be
Now they see what will be blinded eyes to see
For whom the bell tolls
Time marches on
For whomt he bell tolls
6. Only for the Weak
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