Born Hanged

Give me a reason I see no hope I see no point in existence We are doomed to wander this plane Without purpose Without a cause All I know is that...

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Feb 20, 2026

We are the salt of the Earth In that we salt this Earth with our bodies Conceived as a curse Condemned as a child of waste We are born hanged And we die in peace Lay our bodies to rest We do not fear death Usurp our legacy Spare us an eternity In Hell We are nothing but a jilted existence Conscience in a prison of flesh Forsaken life Conceived as a curse Condemned as a child of waste We are born hanged And we die in peace One more second in this life and we'll break Hopeless nothingness is all that we face I can see the light I can see the point of escape Bring me the hangman Let me slip through the gate No heaven No forgiveness Born hanged into a world To witness I can see the light I can see the point of escape We treat death as a long lost friend He gives us freedom from this world in the end But strike me down Take me instead For when I was born I was already dead

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Feb 20, 2026

I break through the veil beyond the plains of despair I awake in Hell What have I done? I cannot look in the mirror The man I see looking back isn’t me The voice inside my head is not my own Every reflection is a fucking blasphemy What kind of existence is this? What part of the lie did I miss? Fear has befallen me I can't believe that every cloud I see has a silver lining When everything keeps getting worse And in this life that we grasp There is no turning back The decisions we make have a lasting effect How can we be so wide awake yet still asleep? Free my mind of misery I still suffer Draw the poison from my flesh End my sorrow Set me free Stepping out of the light into the darkness Turning around to find the door is closed Breaking through the veil beyond the plains of despair I awake in Hell I can't believe that every cloud I see has a silver lining When everything keeps getting worse And in this life that we grasp there is no turning back The decisions we make have a lasting effect How can we be so wide awake yet still asleep?

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Feb 20, 2026

Behold my pain My soul is rotting away I feel a little more crumble every day The will to live or to breathe has gone I've grown used to the stench of decay I pull the nails out of my hands and feet Try to move but the wounds still weep And even if I can get rid of them I'll still be crucified in the morning My soul is rotting away I live in purgatory Purgatory endlessly repeating Tormenting me It won’t end 'till I stop breathing There's a man living inside my head He has my voice But I never used to think the way he tells me I did There's a man living inside my head And he talks to me in the dead of night Lying in my bed And he says in my own voice “You wish you were dead.” And I’m starting to believe what he says I wish I were dead Behold my pain Driven by a force past comprehension to a state of abject fear Torn from conception Birth A perfect contradiction Welcome death Die before life begins

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Feb 20, 2026

Fuck this world I'm so sick of your temporary bullshit I want the light at the end And I know how to get it If it takes my life then I will gladly die Open your mind Realise we are slaves Forced Draconian mind-state Open your eyes We live in a world made of smoke and mirrors Bear witness to the problem at hand Open your eyes Bear witness to the sickness of man Martyr Defiled, Black Tongue Beast from the fucking East L-Town to Hull City Hate Motherfucker you know what time it is This time Our time Set it up You spend your lives trying to survive You spend your days wasting away I can't take this any longer What doesn't kill you doesn't make you stronger Just wake up There is no happiness There is no love Ash and the void Extinguished suns Rent flesh and blood We spend our lives trying to survive We spend our days wasting away We can't take this any longer What doesn't kill you doesn't make you stronger Martyr, I have become My light is dying inside Blackened the sun Martyr, I have become Send me to Hell 'Cause I don't give a fuck Open your eyes Bear witness to the problem at hand Open your eyes Bear witness to the sickness of man I'm so sick of this temporary bullshit I want the light at the end And I know how to get it If you could glimpse at the world inside my head You'd scream until your lungs collapsed Open your eyes Martyr I have become My light is dying inside Blackened the sun Martyr I have become Send me to Hell 'Cause I don't give a fuck

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Feb 20, 2026

So as the world comes to an end Men will beg for death They'll beg for death They'll never see the sun rise, so let it set And in those days at the end of the darkest road Crying for their mothers to take them home There's nothing left There's nothing left I don't want to see the sun rise, so let it set So set a fire in my flesh Men will beg for death They will beg for death They will not find it The Reaper flees from them like a shadow flees from the flame They will not (They will never) find it The Reaper flees from them like a shadow flees from the flame This is what I've seen in the darkest parts of me But don't get me wrong, I'm not a prophet When the ground collapses beneath our feet There's nothing we can do to stop it “And the fifth angel sounded and I saw a star fall from heaven unto the earth And to him was given the key to the bottomless pit.” Every night I pray Please God let me die in my sleep Or at least kill the voices in my head There is no release No respite No peace No place for a wretch like me I throw myself into the sea There is no release No respite No peace No place for a wretch like me Fragments of what once were beautiful minds are now scattered and fucking lost This madness A chamber of despair Must be filled Whatever the cost This madness must end Beg for death Eclipse the world We are the sun that cannot rise Eclipse the world We are the son that’s born to die This is what I've seen in the darkest parts of me But don't get me wrong, I'm not a prophet When the ground collapses beneath our feet There's nothing we can do to stop it This is what I've seen in the darkest parts of me But don't get me wrong, I'm not a prophet When the ground collapses beneath our feet There's nothing we can do to stop it Fuck!

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Feb 20, 2026