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Limp Bizkit
Limp Bizkit


Background information
Origin Jacksonville, Florida, United States
Genre(s) Nu Metal
Years active 1995—present
Label(s) Geffen Records
Interscope Records
Website Website
Members
Wes Borland
DJ Lethal
Fred Durst
Sam Rivers
John Otto
Former members
Mike Smith



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Limp Bizkit Album


The Unquestionable Truth, Pt. 1 (2005)
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Tell em how to sell it
It's propaganda
Don't tell me how to keep my composure
It ain't over till I give me some closure
Wanted dead or alive is my profile
Hostile is the frame for my state of grace
so feebly a mental disorder
where reality is highly distorted
psychosis weak in the mind
inclined is mitosis as we approach this
ever rentless quest for avengeance
while those who expose and pretend this
Life is just a bowl of cherry's,
a bunch of fairies screaming to be scary

It's propaganda
sell em to the innocent
aww yea they're buying it
Just Show em to rebuild again ( I think this part is a bit unclear)

I'm a maniac hard one to handle
you better comeback with more than a scandal
fucked over for the times I've been grateful
fucked over by the times I've been hateful
made the tracks and fuck you with your pussy mouth
come again friend now we got some action
on and on is a name that they gave me
and your misery came here to save me

It's propaganda
sell em to the innocent
aww yea they're buying it
Just Show em to rebuild again ( I think this part is a bit unclear)
It's propaganda
it's propaganda
sell em to the innocent
fck yea they're buying it
Just Show em to rebuild again ( I think this part is a bit unclear)

Fuck it!

Who is falling
and faded slowly
you don't know me
but I made you 6X

I made you 2X

who is falling
fading slowly
you don't know me
but I made you 2x


. . .



You can't sleep, you're restless
and slightly obsessed with falling too deep
and malfunction, you're a virus
who's intention is fucking up something
You're a crater
on the face of a problem much greater
It's the violence, or lack thereof control
Body and soul, digging a hole
Is the blood stainless?
Enjoy the pain with accepting your grief
Are you finished?
Dumb fucking question, don't let yourself fall asleep
Ressurect the intention
Once your vision is now mass-produced,
Imagine the insults a blessing
Imagine accepting the truth

Imagine accepting the truth
Imagine accepting the truth
Imagine accepting the truth
Just imagine accepting the truth
Imagine accepting the truth

The pendulum swinging
hypnosis is taking control, now you linger
on a shadow of a doubt
Have you really figured what you're all about?
Don't trust your instincts
Just open the chamber where you keep those darkest regrets
All the things you've done wrong
Rebellious at heart all along
Is your leader a voice?
Somehow you replaced all your game with a debt
Now the payback's a bitch
Why owe your life to a bitch?
Absolutely pathetic
and regret it when told you are made of mistakes
Imagine the insults a blessing
Imagine accepting the truth

Imagine accepting the truth
Imagine accepting the truth
Imagine accepting the truth
Imagine accepting the truth

. . .



It could be the absinth talking
(I dont think so)
I dont either
I've gotta find a new place
A new place to feed
Gotta be

Stop everything, something is not feeling right
The planets are not all aligned
I know when I felt this before
My evil is thirsty for more
I need a new allie to feed
What can I do?
I've got an idea
I think I'll just become a priest
Deceiving them with my belief
I'll preach about what life is worth
And cover my sins with their shirts
My demons can run around free
No one will suspect a thing
I'll show them its okay to lust
A priest in a church you can trust
I found a new allie to feed

Baptized by the unexpected
Terrorized by the imperfections

Somethings not right
The planets are not all aligned
I know when I felt this before
My evil is thirsty for more
I need a new allie to feed
What can I do?
I've got an idea
I think I'll just become a priest
Decieving them with my belief
I'll preach about what life is worth
And cover my sins with their shirts
My demons can run around free
No one will suspect a thing
I'll show them its okay to lust
A priest in a church you can trust
I found a new allie to feed

Baptized by the unexpected
Terrorized by the imperfections
Baptized by the unexpected
Terrorized by the imperfections

Oh my god
Im watching TV
I cant
Oh whats this world coming to
I see a priest molesting children
I see terrorists blowing up buildins
I see someone in rage
Killing Dimebag on stage
What the fuck is this?
What the fuck is this?
I got a kid
Should I send him to Sunday School?
I got a kid
Should I send him to Sunday School?
So you can fuck him
Oh no you aint gonna fuck him
How bout this?
I dont fucking know who I can trust
In this world and I'm gonna blow
One more time
I'm not that scared

Something is not feeling right
The planets are not all aligned
I know when I felt this before
My evil is thirsty for more
I need a new allie to feed

Baptized by the unexpected
Terrorized by the imperfections
Baptized by the unexpected

. . .



Check!
Shut the fuck up! You shut the fuck up!
Who the fuck are you? Who the fuck are you? (I ain't nobody)
That's the question, the question at hand.
Oh, man, fuck this. Fuck this! (I ain't nobody)

You know, I lost my place a long time ago
about fifty fucking rhymes ago
I'm wrecking again
I'm seriously considering checking myself in
Locked inside this key chamber
There's millions of keys inside
but only one can stop my anger
and I'm not fading away, so I'll just have to die

Chorus:
Unlocking the doors in my mind
How many doors will I find?
I think I got the key
I guess I'll just try another if that's the key
Unlocking the doors in my mind
How many doors will I find?
I think I got the key

. . .



Check one
I don't like the radio
I don't like tv
They're selling so much shit these days
And this shit is not who I want to be
I don't like officials
Using rank to pretend they're not crooks
I don't like the tricks played on kids
in those shitty teen metal books
I don't like my heroes
To kill themselves with the drugs
I don't think success
can fill you up when you need love
I don't like the whores
That try to fuck you for your game
I don't like my childhood
And do not need someone else to blame

This is the channel I'm dialed into
I already know you, are dialed in too
This is the channel I'm dialed into
and I already know you, are dialed in too
I already know you are dialed in too
I already know you are dialed in too

Come on

I don't like this music
I don't like this band
I like what we're about
and mock what you cannot understand
I don't like being paranoid
I don't like that I'm breeding again
but I accept all these cards I've been dealt
And do not be your motherfucking friend

This is the channel I'm dialed into
I already know you, are dialed in too
This is the channel I'm dialed into
and I already know you, are dialed in too
I already know you are dialed in too
I already know you are dialed in too

Who gives a fuck about what I like
who gives a fuck about who listens
as long as I'm here
as long as you know you can keep me here
for whenever you get lost
or you need an excuse to coverup your intentions
you hate that I express how I'm feeling
you hate that you relate to this shit
you hate that I'm a tick
a motherfucking tick
you're finding hard to forget!

This is the channel I'm dialed into
I already know you, are dialed in too
This is the channel I'm dialed into
and I already know you, are dialed in too
I already know you are dialed in too

. . .



just live and let die
check, check, check, comon
if you could take a minute of your life
a certain minute when you feel the lightning strike
danger is the only level of that moment
but it's your moment and you know you'll fucking own it.
glorified in the grace by your victory
when your done, you escape without memory
blindfolded through this life as we learn
and consequences when the wrong pages turn

it's an E! true hollywood story
take a man down with his own glory
now guess who's next

at some point we come down from the highs
it's no big deal we move on with our lives ??????
and some of us let the last color cries ?????
do the math, you can laugh when I die
if life is just a fantasy life then could you
live this fantasy life for soemthing would you
just remember that the ??? are not posable
and the mother fucking heroes are dispsable

it's an E! true hollywood story
take a man down with his own glory
now guess who's next

it's an E! true hollywood story
take a man down with his own glory
now guess who's next

Just live and let die
just live an let
just live and let
just live and let die

Just live and let die
just live an let
just live and let

so what about the hardcore that ain't hard anymore
or the shit talkers who ain't shit anymore
or the old fighters that can't fight anymore
or the white kid's who ain't white any more
or the actors that don't act anymore
or the rappers that don't rap anymore
or the hipsters that don't hip anymore
or the limpsters that don't limip anymore

Just live and let die
just live an let
just live and let
just live and let die

Just live and let die
just live an let
just live and let

but no
it's impossible
just to live your live your life
and let us die
oh mother fuck that
you wanna talk about some shit
let's talk about

the hardcore that ain't hard anymore
or the shit talkers who ain't shit anymore
or the old fighters that can't fight anymore
or the white kid's who ain't white any more
or the actors that don't act anymore
or the rappers that don't rap anymore
or the hipsters that don't hip anymore
or the limpsters that don't limip anymore

it's an E! true hollywood story
take a man down with his own glory
now guess who's next

it's an E! true hollywood story
take a man down with his own glory

. . .



Don't label me a monster
I'm a monster just like you
Don't label me a victim
Cause I'm a victim just like you
I'm a victim just like you

When your heart aches
You can know that mine aches too
And when you run away
I run away like you
I run away like you, I do

But you know theres a part of me that will always let you down
And you know theres a part of me that will always make you cry
And you know theres a part of me that just wont let you die
Inside cause I surrender

I surrender into you, I do
Keep surrendering to you, I do, I do

. . .


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