| 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. | 
 
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