Jupiter
Second to sun, second to sun Second to sun Like Jupiter, we are the ones All atoms, report to the sun... we are the ones We are the ones Like Jupiter, we are the ones All atoms, report to the sun... we are the ones We are the ones! The grandest performance, next in line to enormous Epicureans say it's the senses, over reason to finish the sentence Gods and fear, glass ceiling above and below Why are we here, you were so sure we thought you would know... You don't know! Don't know! And belief split to 4 like a cross on the floor It split front, back and side to side Like a cross Front, back, side to side Like a cross! They called it god! I say the sun! You call it god, I'll worship the sun, without all her fire there won't be anyone You call it god, I'll worship the sun, without all her fire there won't be anyone Second to sun Second to sun Second to sun I wanna live like the red spot Winds 11000 miles per hour, red red hot! I want my storm to never, ever end! Gods and fear, glass ceiling above and below Why are we here, you were so sure we thought you would know... You call it god, I'll worship the sun, without all her fire there won't be anyone
Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 23, 2025
The process never wavers for you The agenda is clear Feed on your precious, fictitious glide Nothing's ever true for you Stain your kin with decisions A thought for you to review Can't find a frame large enough Built to surround the 3 of you It's coming, moments away, oh, it's coming, I say! Not charming, deplorable and just alarming, I say Maddening, on so many levels it's saddening, I say It's coming, any day now it's approaching, I say Not for me to just disagree Not just something to do Like a mouse on a wheel I feel I can't run far enough from you Can't find a frame large enough Built to surround the 3 of you Do you feel when the knife cuts in That you're somehow more alive than you've ever been? Do you feel when the knife cuts in That you're somehow more alive than you've ever, ever been? Almost... Maybe? Maybe? Never! Your fictitious glide is forever Almost... Maybe? Maybe? Never! Your fictitious glide is forever It is forever It's coming, moments away, oh, it's coming, I say! Not charming, deplorable and just alarming, I say Maddening, on so many levels it's saddening, I say It's coming, any day now it's approaching, I say
Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 23, 2025
Fraud woven into cloth Draped upon the have not's Tried to sacrify, while you close your eyes So they continue... same criminal, different venue Hide the cardinal file, you lied, you pedophile You know what you've done, and you know they were molested Step upon this soul, you should most surely be arrested Immune behind the cross Innocence of many forever lost Rights and privilege, over sacrilege Felon for all to see Please tell me why this man is walking free? Fraud upon the cloth, fraud upon the cloth! You knew all along and you facilitated priests A predator, a little child, you hypocrite, you beast! No other court in the world, would allow any man to escape The participation and cover up, of a little child who was raped No other court in the world No other court in the world You know what you've done, and you know they were molested Step upon this soul, you should most surely be arrested Fraudulent, the fraudulent cloth Fraudulent, the fraudulent cloth Fraud!
Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 23, 2025
Free flight to a field of happenstance... and the air is cold Clutch tight to the appetite for the starving Hesitation's soul Another flight to the bluest skies, maybe I could just electrify To warm up a little happenstance to light my revolution on fire! Live, and live again Grass to plant to tree Live and live again Caterpillar to wings I did, I am, I will live again I did, I am, I will live again! Live, and live again Grass to plant to tree Live and live again Caterpillar to wings I did, I am, I will live again I did, I am, I will live again! It's the rise, it's the high noon, it's the sunset It's the tide, when the moonlights beaming just right It's the rise, it's the high noon, it's the sunset It's the side of a mountain, with a cloud ride Live, and live again Grass to plant to tree Live and live again Caterpillar to wings I did, I am, I will live again! I did, I am, I will live again! I did, I am, I will live again!
Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 23, 2025
The illness prolific, let the wordsmith begin Haste with reservation, neither chi or Zen Could create quite the conflict All are not known and not seen Eclipsed in the credit of creation A murky at best running stream Of these men who claim contact, by pointing their limbs to the sky They were so special and chosen, to place all this fear in disguise of Jesus Faux King Christ Jesus Faux King Christ A martyr symbolic to this very day A scapegoat for most I am sorry to say Hundreds of years, of serving up fire Enough to manipulate, not to inspire Jesus Faux King Christ! Jesus Faux King Christ! Taxless and corporate in "Gambino" ways A pleasant umbrella just do what he says Our evolution proved, that all else is fraud The sun and the moon is what I call god Jesus Faux King Christ Jesus Faux King Christ The madness horrific, let your wordplay end You've got no reservation, all just earth on the mend That's what creates your little conflict Your ticket to ride has expired You owed no credit for creation, just blame for the shame you've conspired To be all these men who have contact You point all your hopes to the sky You are not special or chosen Just fear in disguise of Jesus Faux King Christ Jesus Faux King Christ A martyr symbolic to this very day A scapegoat for most I am sorry to say Hundreds of years, of serving up fire Enough to manipulate, not to inspire Jesus Faux King Christ! Jesus Faux King Christ! Faux King Christ!
Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 23, 2025
Slow, strong and steady, that's who wins this race The end carries little confetti, thank evolution, I love the pace The proportion, the sustain in the space of the now It's not how you die, it's how you live your life It's not how you try, you just do it! Suffice it to say in the space of the now! Slow down! Tortoise the titan, tortoise is the titan... Slow down!!! Slow down!!! Tortoise the titan, tortoise is the titan... Slow down!!! Slow down!!! Hate? Pass me Addict? Run past me Liar? Trust me, you won't likely finish this race! User? Fly past me Abuser? Run far from me! Run! Run! Run! Run! Run! Slow down! Slow down! Tortoise the titan, tortoise is the titan... Slow down! Slow down!
Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 23, 2025
Have you seen the size of my paws? The largest in all the land Do you fear my bicuspid display? On my rear hands I stand! Didn't it make you want to compromise? Picking a path of a moth in the corner Sit in a puddle of dry aspirations Just enough to maybe try So useless stuck to the ceiling Making your spine just liquefy When the beast, do as beasts do, don't let them past you! When the beast, do as beasts do, don't let them past you! Have you heard the sound of my roar? I'll deliver it on command Seems piss down your leg is your option Make a stand, take a stand! Didn't it make you feel you've euthanized Picking the path of the moth in the corner? Ticking the clock like there can't be tomorrow Not about just getting by Focus not on your own resurrection Crooked's the crack? You don't comply! When the beast, do as beasts do, don't let them past you! When the beast, do as beasts do, don't let them past you! When the beast, do as beasts do, don't let them past you!
Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 23, 2025
I feel so outside, of the realms of the stitching So very inside, arms flailing and kicking Symbolically I'm taking hold Harmonically my soul is sold to me I was the highest bidder, dripping blood on the dark side In my veins not a quitter First and second and third person First and second and third person! Once seemed like mountains, proceed to the fountains Of the angriest youth, you could ever imagine 7300 sunsets have passed since we last tapped that fountain That mountain of anger has grown a brain with thought, and reason A brain with thought, and reason A brain with thought, and reason No better sight than before my eyes It's as though history repeats itself... again Much different this time Better form, better fitting An angle from up high, born when I first listen Historically it has been told, harmonically your soul is sold to old I was the highest bidder, dripping blood on the dark side In my veins not a quitter First and second and third person First and second and third person! Third person
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 23, 2025