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Megadeth - Warheads on Foreheads - Tornado of Souls
Warheads on Foreheads
Disc 1
01. Rattlehead
02. Mechanix
03. Killing Is My Business… And Business Is Good!
04. The Conjuring
05. Wake Up Dead
06. Devils Island
07. Good Mourning / Black Friday
08. Set the World Afire
09. In My Darkest Hour
10. Holy Wars… The Punishment Due
Disc 2
01. Hangar 18
02. Tornado of Souls
03. Rust in Peace… Polaris
04. Five Magics
05. Take No Prisoners
06. Skin o’ My Teeth
07. Angry Again
08. Symphony of Destruction
09. Sweating Bullets
10. À tout le monde
11. Train of Consequences
12. Reckoning Day
Disc 3
01. Trust
02. She‐Wolf
03. Wanderlust
04. Dread and the Fugitive Mind
05. Blackmail the Universe
06. Washington Is Next!
07. Head Crusher
08. Public Enemy No. 1
09. Kingmaker
10. The Threat Is Real
11. Poisonous Shadows
12. Death From Within
13. Dystopia
This morning I made the call
The one that ends it all
Hanging up, I wanted to cry
But dammit, this well's gone dry
Not for the money, not for the fame
Not for the power, just no more games

But now I'm safe in the eye of the tornado
I can't replace the lies, that let a 1000 days go
No more living trapped inside
In her way I'll surely die
In the eye of the tornado, blow me away

You'll grow to loathe my name
You'll hate me just the same
You won't need your breath
And soon you'll meet your death
Not from the years, not from the use
Not from the tears, just self abuse

But now I'm safe in the eye of the tornado
I can't replace the lies, that let a 1000 days go
No more living trapped inside
In her way I'll surely die
In the eye of the tornado, blow me away

Who's to say, what's for me to say
Who's to say, what's for me to breath
Who's to say, what's for me to do
Cause a big nothing it'll be for me

The land of opportunity
The golden chance for me
My future looks so bright
Now I think I've seen the light

Can't say what's on my mind
Can't do what I really feel
In this bed I made for me
Is where I sleep, I really feel

I warn you of the fate
Proven true to late
Your tongue twist perverse
Come drink now of this curse

And now I fill your brain
I spin you round again
My poison fills your head
As I tuck you into bed

You feel my fingertips
You won't forget my lips
You'll feel my cold breath
It's the kiss of death