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Terror
2,453
Rock
Terror was released on August 22, 2000 by Snapper Classics as a part of the album Speak & Destroy
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Release DateAugust 22, 2000
LabelSnapper Classics
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM115

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
My Ruin
My Ruin
Performer
Jay Peters
Jay Peters
Guitar
Mok Morris
Mok Morris
Bass
Steve Southern
Steve Southern
Keyboards
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bushaq
Bushaq
Mixing Engineer
Tairrie B
Tairrie B
Producer

Lyrics

Terror
This is what you call me
I strike terror among men
I can't be bothered by what they think
I bear my cross, my soul, myself
I forgive, but I never forget
I've been put upon this earth in female form
But I can handle myself with the best of you
As well as the worst, and I often have
I have the right to remain silent
But I choose to speak, sing, scream
I am lips, hips, tits
I am the power of a woman
Strong like music, true like friendship
But without my friends
There would be no music
Only spoken word
(Hey) fucker
(Hey) fucker
I am able to change
So I live without regret
Without remorse, only a remix
I am drunk, I am sober
Heaven doesn't want me
And Hell's afraid I'll take over
Don't bother trying to censor me
Or shut me up
Because it won't work
I'm cold and distant, yet warm and close
To those who deserve to see that side of me
Part of me, the heart of me
You find me so hard to understand in your world
The world you perceive to be so normal
I am deformed, scorned, reborn
I am me, and I know exactly who I am
What I am, and the wrath I bring
The ugly beauty, the lying truth
The virgin whore, the quiet storm
A lover, a fighter, a saint, a sinner
A sister, a daughter, old school, a beginner
I have decorated myself with love
Hate, truth, you
All of you, both of you
None of you, more than one of you
(Hey) fucker
(Hey) fucker
With lips like sugar, eyes like meat
I've watched men come, go and cheat
I sleep to dream and dream of sleep
I had a dream, Joe
That you were standing in the middle of an open road
I had a dream, Joe
That your hands were raised up to the sky
And your mouth was covered in foam
I've been crucified
Justified and mortified by my behavior
Both feminine and masculine
I am a contradiction and juxtaposition
My relief is my release
And only time will tell
All's well that ends well
I am unsweetened, unclean
Been called drama queen
Ex-girlfriend, ex-member
The tantrum, the temper
I point my finger, take the blame
And this time I will own the name
Because no one is going to ruin me
If I have to, I will ruin myself
And it will be my ruin
Fucker
(Hey) fucker
(Hey) fucker
(Hey) fucker
(Hey) fucker
Written by: (Beth/Bushaq)
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