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Off your chest - Usher

"Don't be mad at me on this oneI aint try hurt nobodyRock with meI don't wanna fallI don't wanna cusI'm sayin' this is not a confrontation just ayeah...babylistenSay what's wrong wit chaBaby what's upI"

Dead Man's Chest - Parkway Drive

"When your lungs collapse When your last breath fails When my reflection is as faded as a sentiment Convulsions constrict your flesh Into a portrait of agony Crushed Into a portrait of agony Of agony This,"

Adding Insult To Injury - Anadivine

"Lets start this off by burning down our bridges and collecting or protecting everything in our best interest take my money take it from me take my soul and let it go into the night take everything that"

Oh, Injury - Rasputina

"Oh, my sweet love He built a rotary cuff His shoulder got smashed He's gotta mend and repair a device To work where he got hit by the blast Oh, woe is he Unable to see in front of his face A mistreated"

Chrome injury - Church

"Cut your life into the steelTake your place behind the wheelWatch the metal scene just peel awayDon't forget me, don't regret meDon't replace and don't upset meBut don't forget to come and get me somedayI"

Chrome Injury - The Church

"Cut your life into the steel Take your place behind the wheel Watch the metal scene just peel away Don't forget me, don't regret me Don't replace and don't upset me But don't forget to come and get me"

Chest Is A Ribcage - Look What I Did

"My chest is a ribcage, filled with bees Spires, flames, Cincinnatti Reminds me of hell Thrust into the pit of bengals We'll push that horned building Off into the fog I ain't been laid in five long years,"

Head? Chest? Or Foot? - Propagandhi

"Three choices. One bullet. One trigger. Guess who gets to pull it. One leader. A thousand slaves. For every throne there's a thousand graves. You're all the same. Just part of their machine. Perpetuate"

Head, Chest Or Foot? - Propaghandi

"Three choices. One bullet. One trigger. Guess who gets to pull it? One leader. One thousand slaves. For every throne there's one thousand graves (give or take a grave). You're all the same. Just part of"

Shot To The Chest - Letter Kills

"Well, here comes a test A fight until death, A song without a rest, I won't complain, It's what I asked for. I'll ask for your hand, It's a long road ahead, And I feel so alone. And I hope this takes care"

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