Lyrics & translations of Philip Anselmo

(It’s) blasted/vast and trampling
(It’s) bleak/obstructive/and raw
(Be) plowing/cemented/resolved
(Or we’re) going, going gone…
Head’s-up, hands-down
Stark/vanquished/deceived

(It’s) shafted/duped/and fraud (we are) going, going, gone…
Head’s-up, hands-down…
Hea

I am, a meticulous man
Bedridden, exasperated
Bedridden, agitated
And there is no master plan
I am, a ridiculous man
Bedridden, violated
Bedridden, over-stated
And I have no master plans
No/master/plans
Stay in this fucking robe
And do not change a thing!<

Cold beer scalds my back molars…
Cold beer fattens me up for depression and
I use depression…
I will use this depression just like a
Weapon…
And it’s aimed at me, and anyone who dares
To come too close…
I’ve washed some feet…
(I thought) I’d made it up…
I’ve k

I’ve been…
Betrayed…
Revolt!
How can they sleep with themselves at night?
When the blur that surrounds them
Distracts and then blinds?
This is a call for mass awareness/this is the
Time to stand resolute!
You’ve been… betrayed…
Insult!
How can you crash so

There’s bound to be…
Terrorism/and schism/thriving on in droves…
It’ll be…
Pilfered/ripping/ramshackle/device rolling on...
Through irrelevant walls…
It’s sad it’s literal…
Extortion of opinion…
It’s more political…
So it goes… right/over/my/head…
Who’s the en

The time has surfaced for adroit reform
Throw a wrench into the dumbed-down
Automatic, demanded, solicited, ignorant,
Protocol…
Sternly embrace…
The rise of authentic anti-music
Unearthly timbers…
(And) ominous sonorities, (and) relentless,
Iterated
Non-melody

If only you knew what I wouldn’t do to get you alone
If only I’d given drinking a miss and toddled off home
I’m not the type to tell you it’s time
That our lives and our legs became intertwined
But you flatten me like a pheasant on a country lane
We met in a foreign hotel rece

On a november day in an east end cafe
There’s a fight kicking off to the right of me
‘Well I’ve half a mind to hurt you’ he cries
‘But I don’t want the world and his wife to see’
And he’s dragged that girl outside
With his arms around her
There’s a yellow sign
Where th

Rant!
Split the middle over-drama-sized…
Kept ‘em all at a vicious arms-length…
In a clench with clout reign…
Fakes-frauds-push-slide-and-shtick…
Start fires through the storming…
Burn every bridge in an instant.
Cold, rife decision/glib observation/(so I) snuff imita

It’s ruined.
Everybody ruins music…
Not just me…
You saw it/you liked it/embraced it/then
Faked it…
Not just me…
(I’m) jaded and over it/sick of the whole of
It…
Everything piles up…
Until I burn it in the trash/rip it up and turn
It into ashes…
Exit!