Anthrax

The second you started to think you were guilty
Making a choice, crossing a line
It's only a matter of time that's pushing
Never content, get off the fence
Taking you right to the brink, it's falling straight down

Do you solemnly swear to use your powers for evil?
Only then can you be the vice of the people

For two millennia you filled your base as thieves
Electron to the breed
There's no story so good, your lies won't make it better
And your Adam is deader

Making a choice, crossing a line
It's only a matter of time that's driving you
And forcing your will, kids are to kill
The second you started to think you were guilty
Making a choice, crossing a line
It's only a matter of time that's pushing
Never content, get off the fence
Taking you right to the brink, it's falling straight down

Do you solemnly swear to use your powers for evil?
Only then can you be the vice of the people
Idiots killing the truth, such a glorious fable
It's easy to believe, to be the vice of the people
Vice of the people, vice of the people, vice of the people

Do you solemnly swear to use your powers for evil?
Only then can you be the vice of the people
The vice of the people, vice of the people
The fucking, fucking, fucking

Do you solemnly swear to use your powers for evil?
Only then can you be the vice of the people
Idiots killing the truth, such a glorious fable
It's easy to believe, to be the vice of the people
Vice of the people
Do you solemnly swear to use your powers for evil?
Only then can you be...
To be the vice of the people, vice of the people, vice of the people

2. Carry on a Wayward Son

Once I rose above the noise and confusion
Just to get a glimpse beyond this illusion
I was soaring ever higher
Then I flew too high
Though my eyes could see I still was a blind man
Though my mind could think I still was a mad man
I hear the voices when I'm dreaming
I can hear them say

Carry on my wayward son
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more

Masquerading as a man with a reason
My charade is the event of the season
And if I claim to be a wise man
It surely means that I don't know
On a stormy sea of moving emotion
Tossed about I'm like a ship on the ocean
I set a course for winds of fortune
But I hear the voices say

Carry on my wayward son
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more (Ah-ha, ah-ha, ah-ha)
No more, no more (Ah-ha, ah-ha, ah-ha)
Don't you cry no more (Ah-ha, ah-ha, ah-ha)

Now your life's no longer empty
But surely heaven waits for you

Carry on my wayward son
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more

3. Black Math

Oh, don't you think that I'm bound to react now?
Well, my fingers definitely turning to black now

Yeah, maybe I'll put my love on ice
And teach myself, and maybe that'll be nice, yeah

My books are sitting at the top of the stack now
Well, the longer words are really breaking my back now

Yeah, maybe I'll learn to understand
I'm drawing a square with a pencil in hand, yeah

Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah,
Ah, ah, ah

Mathematically turning the page
Unequivocally showing my age
I'm practically center stage
Undeniably earning your wage

Well, maybe I'll put my love on ice
Teach myself, maybe that'll be nice, yeah

Well, listen master, can you answer a question?
Is it the fingers or the brain
That you're teaching the lesson?
Oh, I can't tell ya how proud I am,
I'm writing down things that I don't understand,

Well, maybe I'll put my love on ice
And teach myself, and maybe that'll be nice

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah