Type O Negative — Gravitational Constant: G = 6.67 x 10⁻⁸ cm⁻³ gm⁻¹ sec⁻²
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Gravitational Constant: G = 6.67 x 10⁻⁸ cm⁻³ gm⁻¹ sec⁻² Type O Negative09:15
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Gravitational Constant: G = 6.67 x 10⁻⁸ cm⁻³ gm⁻¹ sec⁻² Lyrics[I. Unjustifiable Existence] One, two, three, four I don't wanna live no more Well, I've got no more reason to live And I've got no more love to give Tonight's the night, I'll paint the town red I'll put another hole through my head Unjustifiable (Existence) Unjustifiable Unjustifiable (Existence) Unjustifiable (Existence) Now I feel the weight of a world on my back I've seen the future, the future looks black It's what I must do, I've no reservations Ain't talkin' 'bout self-preservation Unjustifiable (Existence) Unjustifiable Unjustifiable (Existence) Unjustifiable (Existence) (Gravity) (Crushing me) (Gravity) Crushing me Crushing me Crushing me [II. Gravitational Acceleration (Due to Gravity) - 980cm⁻² sec] Kill, kill, kill, kill! Kill, kill, kill, kill! Kill, kill, kill, kill! Kill, kill, kill, kill! Kill, kill, kill, kill! Kill, kill, kill, kill! Yeah, I feel something pulling me down Forcing me between myself and the ground Of all the nightmares that ever came true I think that gravity (Gravity) is you Unjustifiable (Existence) Unjustifiable Unjustifiable (Existence) Unjustifiable (Existence) (Gravity) (Crushing me) (Gravity) Crushing me Crushing me Crushing me [III. Antimatter: Electromechanical Psychedelicosis] [Bones breaking and Peter Steele moaning in pain] [IV. Requiem for a Soulless Man] I got a problem, a problem with hate I can't go on dragging this weight A cold steel hand that won't let go Acid-filled thoughts out of control I built myself a nice little cage With bars of anger and a lock of rage I can't help asking, "Who's got the key?" When I know damned well it's me I ain't hinting for sympathy I'm used to dealing with apathy The scars on my wrists may seem like a crime Just wish me better luck next time So what if I died a thousand deaths? You think I'm insane, but I have no regrets One more time won't matter, no question Suicide is self-expression1
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