Broadmoor

I break your bones for the lord today No physical demons to purge or crucify Your holy bible just gets in the way So stoning your Judas will free your pain I feel so cut off from this godless world There is no faith inside your eyes This is the one thing I despise So gnash your teeth into the flesh today No fallen angels to call or classify The spirit of Judas lives in everyone Our cross to bear is the weight of our own There is no pain inside your eyes This is the one thing I despise I feel so cut off from this godless world And I am tired of just praying for myself There is no faith inside your eyes This is the one thing I despise I feel so guilty for this whore

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025

Condensed debris compressed into a world Circling star cutting a path of disease Serrating our future Evolution disguised Light years isolate our faces A sentiment resounding through space A malignant beacon flickering away The universal pedigree of hate An ill-defined race opaque by disgrace We circle in silence A magnet for violence Our legacy a ballistic test Of minute impact on the face of existence Projecting polluted screams to the billions Receiving the deserved magnificent silence We are the fundamental components Of our destruction Nails raked down the chalkboard Of universal dysfunction An ill-defined race opaque by disgrace We circle in silence A magnet for violence So are we ready for the showdown As our world is ripped out of its ellipsis There is no finer flesh to fall Than the skin that drapes our empty souls Motionless a perfect disease Asymptomatic beckoning the extinction to be Genetically we are suppressed into reliving Our historic poverty until it snuffs us out

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025

Live to disrupt, I live to destroy As I target the boiling point so few employ Silence is deadly so pin back your ears Cause the axis has shifted It has been so for years Initiate, the kill chain Deviate, my life's terrain Terminate, by kill chain The soul is the ground that the angels bleed for If we are inciting war again we've got to stay strong If we are deciding war again we've got to be strong We are here, and it's no mistake We've got to burn this ground, it's time to detonate Save your fears because their is no escape And we won't be long So far enraged Victim found, fixed, engaged On this life's simple call I'm a target to all This battle is made With the micro management Of serpents for all We don't rise just to fall Initiate, the kill chain Deviate, my life's terrain Terminate, via kill chain The soul is the ground that the angels bleed If we are inciting war again we've got to stay strong If we are deciding war again we've got to be strong We are here, and it's no mistake We've got to burn this ground, it's time to detonate Save your fears because their is no escape And we won't be long And we won't be long

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 26, 2025

I'm not dead or alive My thoughts clouded pristine A static web internecine The cutting edge of a lie Will only furrow the dream Solders the soul together clean The poison enters the veins It's woven into the stream My new casket is lined with screams I'm not dead or alive My thoughts clouded pristine A static web internecine The cutting edge of a lie Will only furrow the dream Solders the soul together clean The poison enters the veins It's woven into the stream My new casket is lined with screams I'm never going to die Cause my world is built on lies Burned it all Watched it fall No elation inside these walls Breaking down again Barricade forms within Tearfully rejoicing Finally the sun will see it's end The poison enters the veins It's woven into the stream My new casket is lined with screams Burned it all Watched it fall No elation inside these walls

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 26, 2025

Help I've been detained By these mountains that so poorly raised me Burned out huffing gasoline The redneck that I'm supposed to be Fuck that I'm stronger than my history The pride is instilled in me In pesticide I hide These West Virginia hills can't sedate me Kill your family tree, this soil is diseased My will is broken The black lungs have swallowed me Viva Villa! Long live the picket line in me You want a war you've got one You want a state with poverty Remember 1882 because there is no excuse Excuses are just tools of incompetence Used to build monuments of nothingness And those who specialized in the uses Seldom achieve anything Excuses are just tools of incompetence Used to build monuments of nothingness And those who specialized in the uses Seldom achieve anything but excuses

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025

The filth of our underlings Shall never nourish me completely Our knowledge is bending our brainwaves congealing Force feed the piety that humans are bleeding Silk purse from a sows ear is what I'm knitting Nourishing off the fat of our rendering Hail to our underlings Our destinies embraced Surrender unto abysmal weight Hail to our underlings Toiling away Collapsing into a servile state Mouth of komodo shall harbour our healing Poisons the serum as our sores are revealing Hang nerves out to dry to dampen the feeling Rendering for self-symbiotic feeding Hail to our underlings Who knows not to fight Peel back the scabs to blind them all with light The filth of our underlings Shall never nourish me completely

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025