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The Big 4: Live From Sofia, Bulgaria
Disc 1
01. Caught in a Mosh
02. Got the Time
03. Madhouse
04. Be All, End All
05. Antisocial
06. Indians / Heaven and Hell
07. Medusa
08. Only
09. Metal Thrashing Mad
10. I Am the Law
Disc 2
01. Holy Wars... The Punishment Due
02. Hangar 18
03. Wake Up Dead
04. Head Crusher
05. In My Darkest Hour
06. Skin o' My Teeth
07. À tout le monde
08. Hook in Mouth
09. Trust
10. Sweating Bullets
11. Symphony of Destruction
12. Peace Sells / Holy Wars (reprise)
Disc 3
01. World Painted Blood
02. Jihad
03. War Ensemble
04. Hate Worldwide
05. Seasons in the Abyss
06. Angel of Death
07. Beauty Through Order
08. Disciple
09. Mandatory Suicide
10. Chemical Warfare
11. South of Heaven
12. Raining Blood
Disc 4
01. Creeping Death
02. For Whom the Bell Tolls
03. Fuel
04. Harvester of Sorrow
05. Fade to Black
06. That Was Just Your Life
07. Cyanide
08. Sad but True
09. Welcome Home (Sanitarium)
10. All Nightmare Long
Disc 5
01. One
02. Master of Puppets
03. Blackened
04. Nothing Else Matters
05. Enter Sandman
06. Am I Evil?
07. Hit the Lights
08. Seek & Destroy
Hello me, meet the real me and my misfit's way of life
A dark, black past is my most valued possession
Hindsight is always 20-20
But looking back, it's still a bit fuzzy
Speak of mutually assured destruction?
Nice story, tell it to Reader's Digest!

Feeling paranoid, true enemy or false friend?
Anxiety's attacking me and my air is getting thin
I'm in trouble for the things, I haven't got to yet
I'm chomping at the bit and my palms are getting wet
Sweating bullets

Hello me, it's me again
You can subdue, but never tame me
It gives me a migraine headache, sinking down to your level
Yeah, just keep on thinking it's my fault
And stay an inch or two outta kicking distance
Mankind has got to know his limitations

Feeling claustrophobic like the walls are closing in
Bloodstains on my hands and I don't know where I've been
Oh, I'm in trouble for the things I haven't got to yet
I'm sharpening the axe and my palms are getting wet
Sweating bullets

I hear it in here
Blood stains on my- hands

The big axe, big axe, big axe

(Ah-ah-ah-ah) Sweating, sweating, sweating, sweating, sweating, sweating

Well me, it's nice talking to myself
A credit to dementia
Someday, you too, will know my pain
And smile its "black-toothed grin"
If the war inside my head won't take a day off, I'll be dead
My icy fingers claw your back
Here I come again

Feeling paranoid, true enemy or false friend?
Anxiety's attacking me and my air is getting thin
Feeling claustrophobic like the walls are closing in
Bloodstains on my hands and I don't know where I've been

Once you've committed me (committed me)
Now you've acquitted me (acquitted me)
Claiming validity (validity)
For your stupidity (stupidity)
I'm chomping at the bit
I'm sharpening the axe
Oh, here I come again, whoa!
Sweating bullets