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METALLICA - ONE

Son: "What is democracy?"
Father: "It has something to do with young men killing each other."

Son: "When it becomes my turn, would you want me to go?"
Father: "For democracy, any man would give his only begotten son."

"It is impossible for a decerebrated individual to experience pleasure, memories, dreams, or thoughts. He will be as unfeeling and unthinking as the day he joins them."

"I don't know if I am alive or dreaming or dead and remembering. How can you tell if it's a dream if you can't tell if you're awake or asleep? Where am I?"


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..I can't remember anything
can't tell if this is true or dream
deep down inside I feel to scream..
this terrible silence stops me..

..now that the war is through with me
I'm waking up..I cannot see
that there is not much left of me
..nothing is real but pain now

hold my breath as I wish for death..
oh please..God..wake me

back in the womb it's much
too real..
in pumps life that I must feel..
but can't look forward to reveal
look to the time when I'll live

..fed through the tube that sticks in me
just like a wartime novelty
..tied to machines that make me be
..cut this life off from me

hold my breath as I wish for death..
oh please..God..wake me

now the world is gone..I'm just one
oh God..help me
hold my breath as I wish for death..
oh please..God..help me

darkness..imprisoning me
all that I see
absolute horror
I cannot live
I cannot die
trapped in myself
body my holding cell

landmine has taken my sight
taken my speech
taken my hearing
taken my arms
taken my legs
taken my soul
left me with life in hell..

"They just went ahead and chopped off everything! Oh God!"

"Please let them hear me!"

"I'm just a piece of meat that keeps on living."

"It won't always be like this, will it? I can't take this!"

"Help me mother, I'm having a nightmare and I can't wake up!"

Son: "Me lying here like some kind of freak in a carnival show."
Father: "The armless, legless, wonder of the twentieth century!"

"Death has a dignity all its own."

"Don’t you remember when you were little? How you and Bill Hartford used to string a wire to the house and talk to each other? Do you remember the Morse Code?"


"It's Morse Code for SOS, help."


"What is he saying?"
"Kill me, over and over again. Kill me."


"Kill me, I'm asking you to kill me. Thank you."

"Goodbye father."

"I'm screaming, but nobody hears me. If I had arms, I could kill myself. If I had legs, I could run away. SOS, help me! SOS."


"I don't know how I can go on like this!"


"Keep the home fires burning. While our hearts are yearning."




Post je objavljen 04.10.2008. u 12:08 sati.