Staring at the sea.
Will she come?
Is there hope for me
after all is said and done?

Anything at any price...
all of this for you.
All the spoils of a wasted life...
all of this for you.

All the world has closed her eyes,
tired faith all worn and thin,
for all we could have done,
and all that could have been.

Ocean pulls me close,
and whispers in my ear...
The destiny I've chose,
all becoming clear.

The currents have their say.
The time is drawing near.
Washes me away,
makes me disappear.

And I descend from grace,
in arms of undertow.
I will take my place
in the great below.

"He come to me with money in his hand. He offered me. I didn't ask him. I wasn't knocking someone's door down. I was running from that. When I got out, I was in that. I was already through that. I had that. I had the studio. I went to the studio--went to Fox Studios. I had it all, and I looked at it, and I said, 'This is a bigger jail than I just got out of.' I don't wanna take my time going to work. I got a motorcycle and a sleeping bag, and ten or fifteen girls. What the hell I wanna go off into and s--and go to work for? Work for what? Money? I got all the money in the world. I'm the king, man! I run the underworld, guy! I decide who does what, and where they do it at! What am I gonna run around and act like I'm some teenybopper somewhere for somebody else's money? I make the money, man. I roll the nickels. The game is mine. I deal the cards."

Beware.

I close my eyes and seize it.
I clench my fists and beat it.
I light my torch and burn it.
I am the beast I worship.

I close my eyes and seize it.
I clench my fists and beat it.
I light my torch and burn it.
I am the beast I worship.

And I know soon come my time,
for in mine void, a pale horse burns,
but I fear not the time I've taken
past the point of no return.
Wage war like no tomorrow,
'cause no hell, there won't be one.
For all who the deny the struggle,
the triumphant overcome.

---

Shit but shanked by my disrespect.
Dismiss this life. Worship death.
Cold blood night of serpent's breath
exhaled like spells from the endlessness
in the bottomless well of emptiness,
channeled to invoke what we represent.

---

In the time before time eyes 'bove which horns
curve like psychotropic scythes,
and smell of torn flesh bled dry
by hell swarms of pestis flies,
vomiting forth flames lit by
an older than ancient force
that slays this life with no remorse.

---

Worship is not on bended knee.
Nature knows not of mercy.
To pray is to accept defeat.

---

Harsh winds flay my flesh to bone.
In splintered skeleton, I roam
wastelands with not to call my own,
but the path. I walk alone.
The hunger burns within my gut
as my bones turn into dust.

We seed. We feel. We need. We fight.
We seal. We cut. We seek. We love.

We grow. We take. We eat. We break.
We hunt. We hurt. We seize. We kneel.

We heal. We fuck. We pray. We hate.
We reach. We touch. We lose. We taste.

We learn. We lie. We wound. We waste.
We hold. We kill. We love. We veil.

We crawl. We seek. We fail. We rage.
We fuck. We come. We love. We work.

We search. We share. We wound. We keep.
We blind. We take. We hide. We hold.

We breathe. We steal. We bind. We build.
We seed. We fuck. We rage. We weep.

We betray. We serve. We regret. We learn.
With tooth and claw, we touch. We teach.

We fuck. We love. We forget. We regret.
We love. We love. We love. We love.

We fuck. We love. We love. We fuck.
We love. We love. We love. We love.

We love. We love. We love. We love.
We love. We love.

Soooooy un perdidoooor
I'm a loser, baby, so why don't ya kill me...
(Double-barrel buckshot)

-Beck, Loser

I've been, drifting along,
on the same, stale old shoes.
Loose ends, tying a noose
in the back, of my mind.

-Beck, Jackass

I don't know why they are my favourite, they've just stuck as easy to know lyrics for no particular reason.