Don’t you leave me, Father Time
Take me with you
Tell me, does your sun still shine?
Come squeeze the world
And drip it down my throat again

Down my throat again, ooh-whoa!

You’ve gotta breathe, man, breathe
Coming up for air!
Breathe, man, breathe
Coming up for…air!

Touch me so I think I’m here
Skin my senses
Barely breathing, Minus Human
Please squeeze the world
And drip it down my throat again

Down my throat again, ooh-whoa-oh!

You’ve gotta breathe, man, breathe
Coming up for air!
Breathe, man, breathe
Coming up for…air!

You’ve gotta breathe, man, breathe
Coming up for air!
Breathe, man, breathe
Coming up for…

Metallica - Minus Human

Metallica - Minus Human [“studio” version]

(Hmm, you lot love to ride this particular train, especially when it comes to the mighty Metallica)

Hate! Is a train
That thunders aimless through my head
And Hate! Is a flame
Chained to the wheel until I’m dead

Oh! Rage! Is a flame
Creates a touch to boil the seas
And Rage! Is to blame
Forever sorry I will be

And from the darkness I descend
Clenching a torch of sweet revenge…no!

You took away tomorrow, still I stand
I ride into the sorrow, still I stand
You took away tomorrow, still I stand
Straight down into the sorrow, still I stand

Wrath! Is the name
Branding suffer onto you
And Wrath! Takes the shame
And holds me down until it is through

And from a darkness I descend
Clenching a torch of sweet revenge

You took away tomorrow, still I stand
I ride into the sorrow, still I stand
You took away tomorrow, still I stand
I sink into the sorrow, still I stand

And Hate! Is a train
That hungers for the flesh’s call
And Hate! Takes the blame
A beast that never slows at all

And from a darkness I descend
Clenching a torch of sweet revenge
Burst into flame, the bitter end
And shake the gates of Hell again

Yeah, cursed to drown in sorrow

You took away tomorrow, still I stand
I ride into the sorrow, still I stand
You took away tomorrow, still I stand
You left me here with sorrow, still I stand

Oh, still I stand!

Metallica - Hate Train

(and now And Justice for All has been fully posted)

My life suffocates
Planting the seeds of hate
Have love 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 what 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

Metallica - Harvester of Sorrow

Metallica - Harvester of Sorrow [live]

Open doors so I walk inside
Close my eyes find my place to hide
And I shake as I take it in
Let the show begin

Open my eyes…Just to have them close again
Well on my way…On my way to where I graze
It swallows me…As it takes me in its fold
I twist away…As I kill this world

Open doors so I walk inside
Close my eyes find my place to hide
And I shake as I take it in
Let the show begin

Open my eyes…just to have them close once again
Don’t want control…as it takes me down and down and down again
Is that the moon…or just a light that lights this dead end street?
Is that you there…or just another demon that I meet?

The higher you are, the farther you fall
The longer the walk, the farther you crawl
My body my temple, this temple, it tilts
Step into the house that Jack built

The higher you are, the farther you fall
The longer the walk, the farther you crawl
My body my temple, this temple, it tilts
Yes, this is the house that Jack built

Open doors as I walk inside
Swallow me so the pain subsides
And I shake as I take this in
Let the show begin

The higher you are, the farther you fall
The longer the walk, the farther you crawl
My body my temple, this temple, it tilts
Yes, this is the house that Jack built

The higher you are, the farther you fall
The longer the walk, the farther you crawl
My body my temple, this temple, it tilts
Yes I am! I am! I am!

Open my eyes…
It swallows me…
Is that you there…
I twist away…

Away!
Away! Yeah!
Away!

Metallica - The House Jack Built

Reaching out for something you’ve got to feel
While clutching to what you had thought was real

Kicking at a dead horse pleases you
No way of showing your gratitude
So many things you don’t want to do
What is it? What have you got to lose?

What the hell
What is you think you’re gonna find?
Hypocrite
Boredom sets into the boring mind

Struggle Within, it suits you fine
Struggle Within your ruin
Struggle Within, you seal your own coffin
Struggle Within, the struggling within

Home is not a home it becomes a hell
Turning it into your prison cell
Advantages are taken, not handed out
While you struggle inside your hell

Reaching out
Grabbing for something you’ve got to feel
Closing in
The pressure upon you is so unreal

Struggle Within, it suits you fine
Struggle Within your ruin
Struggle Within, you seal your own coffin
Struggle Within, the struggling within

Reaching out for something you’ve got to feel
While clutching to what you had thought was real
What the hell?

What is you think you’re gonna find?
Hypocrite
Boredom sets into the boring mind

Struggle Within, it suits you fine
Struggle Within your ruin
Struggle Within, you seal your own coffin
Struggle Within, the struggling within

Metallica - The Struggle Within

Metallica - The Struggle Within [live]

Suspicion is your name
Your honesty to blame
Put dignity to shame
Dishonor

Witch-hunt modern day
Determining decay
The blatant disarray
Disfigure

The public eyes 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
This 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
It’s teeth and talons through
Your living catch two-two
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
This 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

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
Oppressive 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
This Shortest Straw has been pulled for you

Pulled for you!

Metallica - Shortest Straw

Metallica - Shortest Straw [live]

Sleeping very soundly on a Saturday morning
I was dreaming I was Al Capone
There’s a rumor goin’ round
Gotta clear outta town
Yeah, I’m smelling like a dry fish-bone

Here come the law
Gonna break down the door
Gonna carry me away once more
Never, never, I never want it anymore
Gotta get away from this stone cold floor

Crazy…Stone Cold Crazy, you know
Whoo! Ow!

Rainy afternoon, I outta blow a typhoon
And I’m playing on my slide trombone
Anymore, anymore
Cannot take it anymore
Gotta get away from this stone cold floor

Crazy…Stone Cold Crazy, you know
Ow! Hit ‘em on!

Walking down the street, shooting people that I meet
With my rubber Tommy-water-gun
Here come the deputy
Gonna come and get at me
I gotta make me get up and run

They got the sirens loose
I ran right outta juice
They gonna put me in a cell
If I can’t go to Heaven
Will they let me go to Hell?

Crazy…Stone Cold Crazy, you know
Ow!

Queen - Stone Cold Crazy

Metallica - Stone Cold Crazy