WESTERN

Atheism in music: Nine Inch Nails / Trent Reznor


mr self destruct ... on the album the downward spiral

i am the voice inside your head - and i control you
i am the lover in your bed - and i control you
i am the sex that you provide - and i control you
i am the hate you try to hide - and i control you
i take you where you want to go
i give you all you need to know
i drag you down i use you up
mr self destruct
i speak religion's message clear - and i control you
i am denial guilt and fear - and i control you
i am the prayers of the naive - and i control you
i am the lie that you believe - and i control you
i take you where you want to go
i give you all you need to know
i drag you down i use you up
mr self destruct
i am the needle in your vein - and i control you
i am the high you can't sustain - and i control you
i am the pusher i'm a whore - and i control you
i am the need you have for more - and i control you
i am the bullet in the gun - and i control you
i am the truth from which you run - and i control you
i am the silencing machine - and i control you
i am the end of all your dreams - and i control you
i take you where you want to go
i give you all you need to know
i drag you down i use you up
mr self destruct


wish ... on the album broken

this is the first day of my last days
i built it up
now i take it apart
climbed up real high
now fall down real far
no need for me to stay
the last thing left i just threw it away
i put my faith in god and my trust in you
now there's nothing more fucked up i could do
wish there was something real
wish there was something true
wish there was something real
in this world full of you
i'm the one without a soul
i'm the one with this big fucking hole
no new tale to tell
twenty-six years on my way to hell
gotta listen to your
big time hard line bad luck fist fuck
don't think you're having all the fun
you know me i hate everyone
wish there was something real
wish there was something true
wish there was something real
in this world full of you
i want to but i can't turn back
but i want to


Pretty Hate Machine / Head Like a Hole (c) 1989 TVT Records

god money i'll do anything for you.
god money just tell me what you want me to.
god money nail me up against the wall.
god money don't want everything he wants it all.

Bridge: no you can't take it
no you can't take it
no you can't take that away from me
no you can't take it
no you can't take it
no you can't take that away from me
head like a hole.
black as your soul.
i'd rather die than give you control.
head like a hole.
black as your soul.
i'd rather die than give you control.
Chorus: bow down before the one you serve.
you're going to get what you deserve.
bow down before the one you serve.
you're going to get what you deserve.

god money's not looking for the cure.
god money's not concerned with the sick amongst the pure.
god money let's go dancing on the backs of the bruised.
god money's not one to choose

you know who you are.


terrible lie

hey God, why are you doing this to me?
am i not living up to what i'm supposed to be?
why am i seething with this animosity?
hey God, i think you owe me a great big apology

Bridge: terrible lie
terrible lie
terrible lie
terrible lie

hey God, i really don't know what you mean.
seems like salvation comes only in our dreams.
i feel my hatred grow all the more extreme.
hey God, can this world really be as sad as it seems

Chorus: don't take it away from me.
i need someone to hold on to.
don't take it away from me.
i need someone to hold on to

hey God, there's nothing left for me to hide.
i lost my ignorance, security and pride.
i'm all alone in a world you must despise.
hey God, i believed that promises, your promises and lies

you made me throw it all away.
my morals left to decay.
how many you betray.
you've taken everything

my head is filled with disease.
my skin is begging you please.
i'm on my hands and knees
i want so much to believe.

i give you everything.
my sweet everything
hey God, i really don't know who i am.
in this world of piss


heresy

he sewed his eyes shut because he is afraid to see
he tries to tell me what i put inside of me
he's got the answers to ease my curiosity
he dreamed a god up and called it christianity
your god is dead and no one cares
if there is a hell i will see you there
he flexed his muscles to keep his flock of sheep in line
he made a virus that would kill off all the swine
his perfect kingdom of killing, suffering and pain
demands devotion atrocities done in his name
your god is dead and no one cares
drowning in his own hypocrisy
and if there is a hell i will see you there
burning with your god in humility
will you die for this?


Suck

There is no god up in the sky tonight
No sign of heaven anywhere in sight
All that was true is left behind
Once I could see now I am blind
Don't want your dreams you try to sell
This disease I give to myself

How does it feel? [x2]

She makes it sweeter than the sun
I get too tight I come undone
I found my way to this place
The temple walls are made of flesh
Runs up my arms 'til I'm on track
Itches my skin right off of my back
I'll heal your wounds
I'll set you free
I'm Jesus Christ on Ecstasy

How does it feel? [x2]

I am so dirty on on the inside [x4]

How does it feel? [x2]

Suck [x4]

A thousand lips a thousand tongues
A thousand throats a thousand lungs
A thousand ways to make it true
I want to do terrible things to you


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