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Not A Word (Live 5/23/04)
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I hit you with paddles, poke you with sticks but you don't say a word...
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Gothic Horror Metal
To Purchase - Out of Print The Horror Of It All Vol II 2005 - Get It The Horror Of It All Vol I 2004 - Get the Digital Download Twisted Reality 2006 (Out of Print)
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Genre
Rock Goth Rock
Charts
Peak #1,245
Peak in subgenre #46
Author
by M. Dickinson
Rights
2004 Mark Dickinson/ 2004 Horror Of It All Music
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July 14, 2004
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MP3 1.8 MB 128 kbps 0:00
Story behind the song
Inspired by the Movie - House of Wax
Lyrics
Not A Word I see you now as you once were naive and gentle, sweet and pure So there you lay at my feet not a word not a peep Why don't you grovel? Why don't you speak? Why do you lay there? It's reaction I seek I burn you with fire, I poke you with pins I hit you with paddles, tear at your skin You're trying my patience, my bloods running cold I'm sick of your shenanigans, this games getting old Why don't you scream, or let out a wail Show me some tears, let your resistance fail I whip you, beat you, set you on fire Throw you down stairs, call you a liar I stab you with knives, poke you with sticks put clamps on your nipple, stitch up your lips But you don't say a word I've been waiting for hours but time's standing still wondering if... if this is the thrill I've been put through this torment for far too long What the hell is going on? Why do you tease me? Why do you stare? You've been tied to this rack, your not going nowhere Why don't you grovel? Why don't you speak? Why do you lay there, it's reaction I seek You're trying my patience my blood's running cold I'm sick of your shenanigans, this game's getting old Why don't you scream or let out a wail Show me some tears, let you resistance fail I whip you, beat you, set you on fire throw you down stairs, call you a liar I stab you with Knives, poke you with sticks Put clamps on your nipple, stitch up your lips But you won't say a word No, You don't say a word You don't say a word No, You don't say a word... © 2004 Mark Dickinson
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