The John Birch Conspiracy Theory

I didn't want to open my eyes But the bomb's strapped to my back Forced to hear the children's cries I see no reason Why (words) why (lines) life's this way, redefining Why (fear) why (love) as time decays, redefining The cold black portrait stares back at me And I laugh Why (force) why (fed) goes on this way, redefining Why (lock) why (load) as we decay, redefining Now the bomb's strapped to my back

Submitted by NecroLord — Feb 21, 2026

Lied, lied again. now your terms come to an end, and it seemed quite shameless at the time, and for years. has it been so long? afraid to die, and for years, now it tears from the inside out. and for years. it scrapes the flesh, it scrapes to wash

Submitted by NecroLord — Feb 21, 2026

Rip it open wider Let no inch remain.' Rip me open harder Tear my soul and let it drain.' Molded facts keep faith intact So close the text.' Search within deeper Examine every inch.' Expectation Nothing Something you can't quite clinch.' I burn so clean Why can't you see

Submitted by NecroLord — Feb 21, 2026

Sors immanis, et inanis, rota to volubilis Status malus, vana salus, semper dissolubilis Obumbrata Et elata, michi quoque niteris Nunc per ludum Dorsum nudum Fero tui sceleris Dread destiny and empty fate An everturning wheel Who make adversity and fickle health Alike turn to nothing In the dark and secretly You work against me How through your trickery my naked back is turned to you unarmed

Submitted by NecroLord — Feb 21, 2026