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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dimebag Darrell
Electric Guitar
Philip H. Anselmo
Lead Vocals
Rex Brown
Bass
Vinnie Paul
Drums
Ross Karpelman
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Philip H. Anselmo
Songwriter
Rex Brown
Songwriter
Darrell Lance Abbott
Songwriter
Vincent Paul Abbott
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Vinnie Paul
Mixing Engineer
Terry Date
Producer
Ulrich Wild
Recording Engineer
Aaron Barnes
Assistant Engineer
Sterling Winfield
Assistant Engineer
Lamont Hyde
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Pantera
Producer
Paul Logus
Mastering Engineer
Sean Beavan
Assistant Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I cannot take the take
Your condition was not awake
A selfish cryer, boldface liar
Robbing all of what you could take in
[Verse 2]
Stabbed towards a death
A dirty smelling girl
Shit decisions, no provisions
Filling veins with juice of chaos
[Verse 3]
Painted face, olive drab
Swollen hole, empty bag
Sunken eyes, whining dog
It's times like this you should pray for never
[Verse 4]
I broke your fucking mold
Then threw away the cast
A new religion and new provisions
It's amazing you're alive
[Verse 5]
Drop the needle and stop what you're changing into
Erase the end dissolving, disgrace is needed more
[Verse 6]
So I mended severed ties
Through flesh we cauterized
The undeserving, sliming, writhing
I filled you up with watered promise
[Verse 7]
Painted face, olive drab
Swollen hole, empty bag
Sunken eyes, whining dog
It's times like this you should pray for never
[Verse 8]
Spitting teeth, oral lust
Alley fuck, angel dust
Anal whore, bleeding knees
It's times like this you'll pray for murder
[Verse 9]
So now I've seen it all
Hell's wrath
No man has greater glory
'Cause now...
Now you're living through me
[Verse 10]
I'm done with saving you
A gift unto myself
A tired savior, a wasted favor
And I'm lucky I'm alive
[Verse 11]
Drop the needle and stop what you're changing into
I broke your fucking mold
Then threw away the cast
[Verse 12]
Painted face, olive drab
Swollen hole, empty bag
Sunken eyes, whining dog
It's times like this you should pray for never
[Verse 13]
Spitting teeth, oral lust
Alley fuck, angel dust
Anal whore, bleeding knees
It's times like this you'll pray for murder
[Verse 14]
So now I've seen it all
Hell's wrath
No man has greater glory
'Cause now...
Now you're living through me
Written by: Dimebag Darrell, Philip H. Anselmo, Rex Brown, Vinnie Paul