wish: this is the first day of my last days i built it up now i take it apart climbed up real high now fall down real far no need for me to stay the last thing left i just threw it away i put my faith in god and my trust in you now there's nothing more fucked up i could do wish there was something real wish there was something true wish there was something real in this world full of you i'm the one without a sould i'm the one with this big fucking hole no new tale to tell twenty six years on my way to hell gotta listen to your big time hard line bad luck fist fuck don't think you're having all the fun you know me i hate everyone wish there was something real wish there was something true wish there was something real in this world full of youi want to but i can't turn back but i want to last: gave up trying to figure it out my head got lost along the way worn out from giving it up my soul i pissed it all away still stings these shattered nerves pigs we get what pigs deserve i'm going all the way down i'm leaving today come come come come on you've gotta fill me up come come gotta let me inside of you come come come on you've gotta fix me up come come gotta let me inside of you still feel it all slipping away but it doesn't matter anymore everybody's still chipping away but it doesn't matter anymore look through these blackened eyes you'll see ten thousand lies my lips may promise but my heart is a whore come come come come on you've gotta fill me up come come gotta let me inside of you come come come on you've gotta fix me up come come gotta let me get through to you this isn't meant to last this is for right now i know it's all getting away it comes to me as no surprise i know what's coming to me is never going to arrive fresh blood through tired skin new sweat to drown me in dress up this rotten carcass just to make it look alive come come come on you've gotta fill me up come come gotta let me inside of you come come come on you've gotta fix me up come come gotta let me get through to you this isn't meant to last this is for right now i wish i could put the blame on you i want you to make me i want you to take me i want you to break me then i want you to throw me away happiness in slavery: slave screams he thinks he knows what he wants slave screams thinks he has something to say slave screams he hears but doesn't want to listen slave screams he's being beat into submission don't open your eyes you won't like what you see the devils of truth steal the souls of the free don't open your eyes take it from me i have found you can find happiness in slavery slave screams he spends his life learning conformity slave screams he claims he has his own identity slave screams he's going to cause the system to fall slave screams but he's glad to be chained to that wall don't open your eyes you won't like what you see the blind have been blessed with security don't open your eyes take it from me i have found you can find happiness in slavery i don't know what i am i don't know where i've been human junk just words and so much skin stick my hands in the cage of this endless routine just some flesh caught in this big broken machine gave up: perfect little dream the kinda that hurts the most forgot how it feels well almost no one to blame always the same open my eyes wake up in flames it took you to make me realize it took you to make me realize it took you to make me realize it took you to make me see the light smashed up my sanity smashed up integrity smashed up what i believed in smashed up what's left of me smashed my every thing smashed up all that was true gonna smash myself to pieces i don't know what else to do covered in hope and vaseline still cannot fix this broken machine watching the hole it used to be mine just watching it burn in my steady systematic decline of the trust i will betray give it to me i throw it away after everything i've done i hate myself for what i've become i tried i gave up throw it away

nine inch nails "broken": all songs written, performed and produced by trent reznor except 2,3 and 6 produced by fleed and trent reznor_____________caution: not for use with mono devices

management: john a. malm jr. for conservative assistants: brian liesegang, sean beavan, chris vrenna additional engineers, etc. along the way: paul kendall, the kill bennedy, leo herrara, john (genghis) aguto, mike baumgartner, martin brumbach, trevor bum-cleaver sadler extra real drums on 2 and 6: martin atkins, chris vrenna barks and roars: maise the sound of this recording was influenced by my live band in 1991 featuring: richard patrick, jeff ward, james wooley studios: hell (new orleans), royal recorders (lake geneva), south beach studios (miami beach), village recorder (los angeles), a & m (los angeles), pig (beverly hills) mastering: tom baker at futuredisc merchandise paul steels and jerry long legal: michael s. toorock booking: gerry gerrard for intertalent publicity: sioux zimmerman thank you: jimmy iovine, ros earls, island uk, eric greenspan, rick rubin, joe mcewen, seymour stein, susie tallman, mark o'shea, ian copeland, a & m studios with kevin westenberg, sheira rees-davies no thanks: you know who you fucking are the slave thinks he is released from bondage only to find a stronger set of chains for info write (we promise we'll send you something this time): po box 16681, cleveland, ohio 44116 usa sleeve design and photography: garay talpas for black sun

© 1992 leaving hope/tvt music, inc., ascap. all rights reserved. used by permission

7 written by a. ant © 1980 colgems-emi music, inc. on behalf of ant music, ltd., ascap. 8 written by t. reznor/pigface © 1991 thumbless music/leaving hope/tvt music, inc., ascap.


1 written by a. ant (P) & © 1980 CBS Records. Inc.
2 written by t. reznor/pigface (P) $ © 1991 thumbless music.
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