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Ill Niño - The Rock Matrix - What Comes Around (Day of the Dead mix)
The Rock Matrix
Disc 1
01. Cloning Technology (Replica)
02. Body Burn (Extended d-code Mix)
03. Synthetic
04. Seizure of Power
05. Voodoo People
06. 9 Acre Dust (Chemical Brothers Mix)
07. Come Back Around
08. Crushed Like Fruit
09. Nothing
10. I Can Dream
11. Alone
12. Strange Same Dogma
13. Diable (Therapy? mix)
Disc 2
01. I Think I'm Crystalized (extended edit)
02. Rules of Evidence
03. What Comes Around (Day of the Dead mix)
04. Hotaka
05. Integrate
06. Life = Leben (Kalte Farben remix)
07. Prayer, Praise and Profit
08. Decypher
09. Quick Fix (Charlie Clouser remix)
10. Metalmorphosis (Shifting Mutation mix)
11. Stealth
12. To Die Is Gain (Pitch Shifter remix)
I hate you, I hate you, I hate you
I hate you, I hate you, I hate you

You think that I'm the one to blame
Everything I lose is just a piece of what there is to gain
You think it's cool and all is fine
Now is the day when you pay, this is my time
I feel for you nothing but pain
I am what you will be, you are dying in me
I love you, I hate you, I hate you

Shut up, shut up, shut up
Shut up, shut up, shut up

I have nothing to say
But I feel like my mouth is wide open
Everything that is real
Comes around, comes around, comes around
Comes around, comes around, comes around
I hate you, I hate you, I hate you

I hate you, I hate you, I hate you

Your stupid face just makes me sick
I see you changing every day
To fit into the newest clique
I know you, but everything you do
Is just a part of you, you'll never see the truth
I hate the way you make me feel
I hate the way you think you're real
Your one voice it destroys my one choice

Shut up, shut up, shut up
Shut up, shut up, shut up
You're always thinking you're so perfect
Those thoughts drove me away from home
But if you put me through your tests
Then I will fade

I have nothing to say
But I feel like my mouth is wide open
Everything that is real
Comes around, comes around, comes around
Comes around, comes around, comes around

I hate you, I hate you, I hate you
I hate you, I hate you, I hate you

I have nothing to say
But I feel like my mouth is wide open
Everything that is real
Comes around, comes around, comes around
Comes around, comes around, comes around