| Chop Suey Orig Lyrics (Sytem of a Down) | Lyrics for OMF (diane) |
| Wake up | Wake up |
| Grab a brush and put a little (makeup) | I praise the lord with every breath I take up |
| Hide the scars to fade away the (shakeup) | Forgive the sins I know I gotta make up |
| Why'd you leave the keys upon the table? | Like stealing all the cookies on the table |
| Here you go create another fable | I try my best to do as I am able |
| You wanted to | You wanted to |
| Grab a brush and put a little makeup | I praise the lord with every breath I take up |
| You wanted to | You wanted to |
| Hide the scars to fade away the shakeup | Forgive the sins I know I gotta make up |
| You wanted to | You wanted to |
| Why'd you leave the keys upon the table? | Still faking it to hide that we're unstable |
| You wanted to | You wanted to |
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| I don't think you trust in my | That day on the mountain side |
| self righteous suicide | helpless and crucified, |
| I cry, when angels deserve to die, die | arms wide, you took up your cross and died. |
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| (repeat verses) | (repeat verses) |
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| I don't think you trust in my | That day on the mountainside |
| self righteous suicide | helpless and crucified, |
| I, cry, when angels deserve to die | arms wide, you took up your cross and died. |
| In, my, self righteous suicide | You had, nobody on your side, |
| I, cry, when angels deserve to die | arms wide, you gave up your life and died. |
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| Father, father, father, father | Father, father, father, father |
| Father into your hands, I commend my spirit | Father into your hands, I commend my spirit |
| Father into your hands | Father, into your hands... |
| why have you forsaken me | Even though I'm not worthy |
| In your eyes forsaken me | in your eyes you see through me |
| In your thoughts forsaken me | in my thoughts you cradle me |
| In your heart forsaken, me | in my heart you're calling... me... |
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| Oh Trust in my self righteous suicide | I find, myself climbing a mountainside |
| I, cry, when angels deserve to die | wings wide, where angels still dare to fly |
| In my, self righteous suicide | you cried, helpless and crucified, |
| I, cry, when angels deserve to die | arms wide, you took up your cross and died. |
