Gonkulator / Agathocles
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Toxic air Birds all dead Poisoned water Fish can't breathe Grey sky We all shall die Enjoy your life now Before we all go down
Submitted by Pestilence — Feb 06, 2026
What's the sensation Of a bull-fight show ? For pain and mutilation Sick people wanna go Tradition, so they say Paid cruelty to me Bloodshed, tears fled Sets the bulls free Razor sharp daggers, stabbed in the bull's neck Barbarous entertainment, animals on the rack Arena-sand turn reds, spreading the stench of death It's just a sick sensation, kill the bull fighter instead But when the Bull wins No-one is gonna clap Fair fight, fair price ? Still the final end is death Bull-fighter received as a hero Accepted, respected But just face the truth Of this legal animal abuse
Submitted by Pestilence — Feb 06, 2026
I feel so good among the human race I feel so good in this white place I feel so good among the human race They're so kind to my mental case Cheers humanity - I'm happy as can be Cheers humanity - if someone's crying it won't be me Cheers humanity - I'm happy as can be Cheers humanity - I'm the last one to complain
Submitted by Pestilence — Feb 06, 2026
Pretentious persons Who are bothering me And hurting my feelings F**K YOU All those people Who are using me And abusing my trust LAY OFF ME
Submitted by Pestilence — Feb 06, 2026
I watch them at our gigs With an A on their backs The A stands for arrogance 'coz respect they surely lackI watch them at our gigs With an e on their jacks The E stands for enemy And egocentric Dogmatic values is what they create Another bullshit thing that I f**king hate Telling me what I should do telling me what I shouldn't do Another hardcore-master another punk-guru Preaching about respect and so-called equality But they're just creating and elitarian scene Would-be gods destroying all the things we've built Oh yes they're so punk
Submitted by Pestilence — Feb 06, 2026
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Did you ever realize That millions of people Found their death Accused of witchcraft Or charged with heresy And still they tell That Jesus loves people Buy why so many bloodshed Of innocent people And that stupid pope Be exploits and decieves people Why don't they admit that Christianity means tyranny
Submitted by Pestilence — Feb 06, 2026
Grinding & mincing & cutting you legs Do not think that I'll fall for your regrets Because of radiation, I can read your thoughts And now I can see thru your hypocrisy Year after year, you fed me with lies You were always pretending, pretending to be nice Your abuse of my trust, has provoked my hate Now I'll rip you to shreds, and I'll use you as bate Things I believed as true, have now become lies The ignorance in me, has flown away like flies The kindness I used to have, is now replaced by hate Don't talk shit about regrets, 'coz now it is too late
Submitted by Pestilence — Feb 06, 2026
I'm not the one to blame For me going insane So who's to fucking blame For your face to be maimed ? I didn't ask your bullshit I didn't ask for it You're the one who made me do it By provoking me, mister prick I've lost all control Became a violent asshole No responsibilities Frustrations have been unleashed I didn't ask your bullshit I didn't ask for it You're the one who made me do it By provoking me, mister prick
Submitted by Pestilence — Feb 06, 2026
Put on your fucking mask Co deceiving is yer fucking task Using, abusing, can't you fucking see You're just a model of sentimental hypocrisy Still you are a sentimental actor Watched by us, with laughter Using, abusing, can't you fucking see You're just a model of sentimental hypocrisy
Submitted by BloodShrine — Feb 16, 2026
Are you just like me In a bullshit mentality school Where teachers abuse their power And are making fun of you Teachers, superior bastards To Hell with you Teachers, pretentious scum We got something else to do Teachers, superior bastards A chainsaw in your stomach Teachers, pretentious scum Death is all you need
Submitted by Pestilence — Feb 06, 2026
Who the hell you think you are? Considering yourself a star But you're nothing more than a pile of shit And between true friends you don't fit Sure you can play nice But please do think twice 'cause what about your attitude Which has changed into a rock star mood Smash all kind of masters Even bigheaded bastards Selling tons of records Doesn't make you a God You're just like the rest Only missing the intelligent part Smash all kind of masters Even bigheaded bastards But we are AGATHOCLES We say "bollocks" to what the media says We're not a part of your show-bizz-ball We prefer to stay honest and small
Submitted by Pestilence — Feb 06, 2026