Inside Out
I thought I knew what provacation was I've eaten from the insane root that imprisons reason It's in my stomach like fire It's in my stomach like cancer It's in my stomach like a knife, I've been gunshot I gotta let it go, yeah Goddamn no where place to be Dying deep inside of me Always standing on the inside looking out Can't break a hear so strong with pride It's more than just being alive I broke the rule with you I'm out My only antidote to mental suffering is physical pain
Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 23, 2025
No, there are no easy answers To sum up the problems which we face History's a lesson, let us learn by our mistakes Just don't expect to make sense Out of what you see For I can tell you now that Knowing is believing So if you open your mind you might understand You're the victim of a big time government scam And though you may not be inclined to believe The man behind the desk does get paid to deceive You live in your little dream world You're much too cool to care I really have to warn you I think it's only fair They await the final hour As happy as they are sick Laughing so hysterically At all those who they've tricked Who am I to tell you who to believe in When all the masks they seem so damn deceiving? How can I say to you, "You be free" That would never bring about mass anarchy Now, would it? From sun up to sun down Decisions make my head spin round Make me drunk, sick and tired Keep me up 'til I retire And while I could be out barhopping Meat market, rocker chick shopping Out there, chasing my dick In it's never ending search for chicks But, I'd rather be sleeping In my bed, crashed out A slice of death, wrapped up All in wool, passed out Drunk, you stupid fool In my bed, crashed out A slice of death, wrapped up All in wool, passed out Drunk, you stupid fool No more waking hassles Weary of the daily battles So on my bed, I lay curled No more waking hassles Weary of the daily battles So on my bed, I lay curled A "could be" man of the world But, I'd rather be sleeping In my bed, crashed out A slice of death, wrapped up All in wool, passed out Drunk, you stupid fool In my bed, crashed out A slice of death, wrapped up All in wool, passed out Drunk, you stupid fool
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Mar 26, 2026
Sound is ripping through your ears The deafening sound of metal nears Bodies waiting for his whips The taste of leather on your lips Hear the cry of war, louder than before With his sword in hand to control the land Crushing metal strikes on this frightening night Fall on to your knees for the phantom lord Victims falling under chains You hear them crying dying pains The fist of terrors breaking through Now there's nothing you can do Hear the cry of war louder than before With his sword in hand to control the land Crushing metal strikes on this frightening night Fall on to your knees for the phantom lord The leathered armies have prevailed The phantom lord has never failed Smoke is lifting from the ground The rising volume metal sound Hear the cry of war louder than before With his sword in hand to control the land Crushing metal strikes on this frightening night Fall on to your knees for the phantom lord Fall to your knees And bow to the phantom lord!
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Mar 26, 2026
Where do we go from here? The words are coming out all weird Where are you now when I need you? Alone on an airplane Falling asleep against the windowpane My blood will thicken I need to wash myself again To hide all the dirt and pain Cause I'd be scared that there's nothing underneath But who are my real friends? Have they all got the bends? Am I really sinking this low? My baby's got the bends, oh no We don't have any real friends No, no, no Just lying in the bar with my drip feed on Talking to my girlfriend, waiting for something to happen I wish it was the '60s, I wish I could be happy I wish, I wish, I wish that something would happen Where do we go from here? The planet is a gunboat in a sea of fear And where are you? They brought in the CIA The tanks and the whole marines To blow me away To blow me sky high My baby's got the bends We don't have any real friends Just lying in the bar with my drip feed on Talking to my girlfriend, waiting for something to happen I wish it was the '60s, I wish I could be happy I wish, I wish, I wish that something would happen I wanna live, breathe I wanna be a part of the human race I wanna live, breathe I wanna be a part of the human race Race, race, race Where do we go from here? The words are coming out all weird Where are you now when I need you?
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Mar 26, 2026