Soundtrack to the Personal Revolution

I'm Staring into the sun, waiting for it to fall down. I've collapsed over this madness. My hair has been pulled out. I've tried, but to no avail. me is resting. I Finish. Words cannot convince the mind when I can't believe my eyes. Who am I kidding? I am dreaming. My Time is clocked in once and for all. All over again. I told myself it could not fall. But you are here as clear as the day. It's as clear as a star on my wrist. So long, loneliness, my love. What you see when you look down at the star on my wrist is what I've always hoped I'd find. And it blows my mind.

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 18, 2026

I'm walking through the door And I know what i'm going to see once I get around the bend I know what I'm going to get through the wall after one hour has passed The door will slam I know who's car is going to take off after that Stone wall, your vice No ear for advice Stoned at the wall Hearts down Straight up This is your life What's come of your life? Destroy your mind Push back from life Well, your dark room is luminous When you give yourself a chance When you step back from all this madness Step back madness I know your head is ready to explode I can see it in your eyes Your heart has died Your will has been erased Motivation displaced And this is how the story will end NO good will ever come of it. No Unless you realize you're selling yourself short A fine heart marked down And you cheapen it day by day Unless you realize you're selling yourself short And you cheapen it day by day

Submitted by SerpentEve — Mar 26, 2026

Consume. Defecate. Consume again Hollow and empty. Consume And this is where we're at Running in reverse I'll tell you what you need to be through what you own Through what controls your mind, your life Define yourself in my holy image The things you own end up owning you A seance of aesthetic brotherhood Fortitude not for the good for your soul From IKEA nesting, to sound investing To temp jobs that define what we are A dime a dozen, hope is dead Work towards nothing Groth means nothing if it defines human life by what you can buy Give up your life Or what is left of your life Give up you life. Let go. I'm losing it I'm pulling my hair out trying to figure out what couch defines me as a person? This is madness. This is hopeless My perfect little habitat and I still don't know myself Hope is sold in your head Residing in your head Existing only in your head Working for the economy But is this working for you? You're running stride is just to keep the pace AND I WATCH THIS BURN YOU ALIVE Burn you alive. Burn your life. Bury you life You are all my children now Consumption: identity Function: Consuming again

Submitted by SerpentEve — Mar 26, 2026

And now I'm getting bored of laughing out loud We wear ego like a shroud And we won't shut up Yeah, we've got it figured out this time, we're sure Indecision blessed Put our minds to rest, onto the next term November 7th was just another day for the world to laugh It was just more of the same The game being played shut out (shut out) the voices of sanity Exit concept of reason They shut it down We watched them shut it down They shut it down once again Shut down. They shut it down. Shut Down We let them. ( We let them shut it down) Let's look at the facts: we're sidetracked by how much we're being taxed What little regard we have for human life We fight for the scraps and blame the poor All the while our future is bought and paid for Who manipulates the economy? And so the story goes Don't let your mind be guided by who you vote for Because chances are you don't know what's in store What's in store?

Submitted by SerpentEve — Mar 26, 2026

And this is where I'm supposed to be impressed, isn't it? Let me tell you how overwhelmed I am Remind me to be in awe of you Remind me to lie. Remind me to smile Remind me to do anything but to express what's on my mind Because the truth might shake your stable ground You know this show is dark and drab And what you're saying doesn't brighten things much I don't care how fucking great your band is "You're so good. You're a god. I'm so impressed of what you've become." I would be pleased if it meant something real to you Just walk away This is image and from my angle what you're doing doesn't blow my hair back No, I'm not moved. No reason to pay it any mind I don't care. I'd be pleased if it was something real to you But intil then I don't care. I don't care No reason at all for me to waste my time. None

Submitted by SerpentEve — Mar 26, 2026

I'm afraid you failed this term We can meet again on my terms You don't quite make the grade Your pleas, your opinions do not mean a thing You preen yourself in the eyes of all One call and it all comes down Your insolence. Your world of you One call and we'll watch it come down (One call and we'll watch it all come down) I swear I'll make that call I swear- Nothing makes sence like nonsence It this life, you are kind, Bumbled, not What you've got to give is not what I want to receive Seven years to forgive? I'll give you seven seconds to get out You gave me seven years of neglect I'll give you seven seconds to get out. (today) It doesn't work that way. It doesn't work I've left you behind liek a fucking ticket And that shit is never getting paid. Never

Submitted by SerpentEve — Mar 26, 2026

I can still hear the frea behind your last gasp Even above the flat slaps of my thumbs against this desk You take a moment to rewind in your mind: If only you hadn't opened that hole beneath your nose I'm talking to a walking wall following a faulted call Hatred twisted your mind backwards so you suffer the truth In your mind you prevail Standing the test of tests By blind reflex I accept yuour challenge Argumentative vein, anger mantained My response is to let no jab go restrained Stand behind what you've said that's made this room grow dim And what's made my eyes turn red Mind to mind, I know your kind Try and convince me that you're right because your skin is white ( Let's enter your mind) Let's see what you can do. Let's see (My standards are high. I will expect a whole lot from you. But you're not what you think.) Men like you made the sky turn red (This smells like failure. What a wast of time.) Men like you mad the sky turn red (Can't you smell it- it's as thick as life.) And this won't be the last time

Submitted by SerpentEve — Mar 26, 2026

I picked it up. I held it. I threw it away. I strayed By far one of the dumbest things I've done to myself No embracement of the truth, it's gone Progress unwound. Ideals shut down Pin it on me. Take me away I'm guilty as charged. You can call out This is my forceful vice struggling to gain some life Sometimes when you live with something for so long you can't break it Can't put it down, can't walk away Beauty in my mind defined by images shot into my mind Brain scan. Observe the man I am Look at my hands. I'm trembling at the mistakes I live One day I'm awake. The next day I'm dead This is not real. This I know But it calls on me. How does this work? It's so fucking twisted. It takes me away It sweeps me off my feet. I know how this goes I've dealt with this before. Day one, liquefy my life Take my insides out. Hang them on a wall The beauty. Self-security works itself into a hole But I can feel the cold from here And I know it's cold Blisters ravaged my life The life that I claimed back Turned it around

Submitted by SerpentEve — Mar 26, 2026

This is the soundtrack to your life This is where it all begins Your conscience tried Your conscience has failed You're going nowhere fast Another track pleace On the wrong track, step back please You're going nowhere fast Another track please Another Monday, another week of hell And it means little to you If anything at all And it says even less of you This is the sound of the rest of your life This is the soundtrack to the rest of your life And it's ending one track at a time Disrobe the occupant of your mind Reclaim your life Opening your eyes is one of the hardest things to do But it's your life 40 hours a week and nothing to show 40 hours a week and no way to grow Is this all that you're f**king made of ? Slave away. Meaningless I know you're more than this

Submitted by SerpentEve — Mar 26, 2026

KAAAAA MEEEE HAAAAA MEEEE HAAAAAAAAAA

Submitted by SerpentEve — Mar 26, 2026