The Man Is His Own Jackal

Analyzing my vision of reality I send it away 'til I wanna return It may seem that I'm the only one But both of us know I'm not But why do we destroy everything we touch? Are we man's evil? It seems obvious to me I don't like what I see with my eyes My escape? Another dimension Watching time fade through my memories 'Til something makes me think That we can live some other way Just living our lives But it's not that obvious to me Feel no pain Walking inside your minds Leave your flesh and blood And seek for what's behind

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 26, 2025

Lord of history, owner of yesterday and tomorrow In your hands are the life and death keys No questions, take us from here And we close our eyes and say "OK!" Now our home is rest, our clothes is light Forever... silence 'n' peace Taken to the country of life, to the country of death Silence 'n' peace... Peace! The combat is over and all the doubts There won't be more pain There won't be more tears Without questions Take us from here And we close our eyes And say... "Fuck off!" Lord of history, owner of our destinies To you we trust our lives and so our souls

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025

Roadrunner, run for the last time on my roads I've killed your ass-kissing drawer (artist) And ripped off your writer's hands I will never fall in the chasms again, ever! Now Uncle Chakal is writing our stories You'll need your thin legs to survive Acme catalog is my menu, you're my snack Predator's day due to a foolish booby-trap Acme dead-end road I wanna see a scared face Shut this moronic smile... Ha, ha, ha, ha! Although all these engineering projects didn't work Mail delivery raises my hope My material is set, good old tricky trap It's the happiest day of my life I won't need to work with dynamite I will rip you only with my teeth Make a big feather pillow And kill my ancient starve You've seen what happens to bad Bad writers and drawers of 'toons If they don't ease on our friends Me and my uncle Chakal will rip 'em too Acme dead-end road... Roadrunner killed on road

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025

You were born to be programmed System wants you just On the procedures they adjust Reprogram yourself If not U: = "Excellent" Then UR: = "Pattern" Else begin UR: = "Under control"; U: = "...Just a prowl" End; Why don't you leave the rails? Have you ever thought on that? Why don't you get out of this shell? Have you ever fought for that? If not UR: = "Pattern" Then do not stay where you are If you do not want to load Those ridiculous speeches... again AGAIN... End; Are you real? Maybe UR: = "...Just a hologram" Input: Variable changing; Gosub another else place Main program says: "Love Justice"; All this false Madam does is betraying Betrayal with the men on boots 'n' uniforms Program error: New lover: ANARCHY! Loop, Edit new file: Name: HOLOBYTE If you've saved your old program, Purge it and do not, do not restore it Are you real? Maybe you're Boolean Are you real? Maybe you're just a Holobyte END.

Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025

Huge bulldozers explore gray mass Move them to ears Engine heat from inside Blinking eyes in tears Clouded mind, misty brain side Tourist pack, tickets lack Earthquake, trip inside ache Hangover Lost body machines go Partial temperance Collapse of coordination Pain last endurance Inside yellow land acid burns Red walls fall, gastric cut Red walls fall, ulcer... hurts! Head sinks... No flick... Beat trip And what about my brain tick? White liquid, yellow puke Liver ink, sick land Liver ink, sick land... I'm happy again Huge bulldozers explore gray mass Move them to ears Engine heat from inside Blinking eyes in tears Clouded mind, misty brain side Tourist pack, tickets lack Earthquake, trip inside ache Viscid fluid overflow Bile tax increase Liquor toxic effect on Liverish disease Inside yellow land acid burns Red walls fall, gastric cut Red walls fall, ulcer... hurts! That's nice!

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025

Red cheeks exposed Travelling over the poles Under ozone holes Acquired skin tumors Santa Claus has got Has got skin cancer Old December flyer Great capital amasser Poor children are free From anguishing ads they see No delusion to believe And await him on Christmas Eve Old reindeer retired Xmas commercial end No exploit next years No gifts, no socks, no fears Church was your creator Capitalism made you fat You aren't tricking anybody else You're lost... Motherfucker!

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025

Looking for you and thinking Trying to understand Why do you keep on prayin' If you don't know what it means You go to the church They absolve your sins Then you repeat 'em like before But you're feeling high and free You fought but that's the wrong way Can't you feel that it was all In vain... for nothing Following what you say Woud be better than repeat again So just don't pray in vain And then you'll find the real way You fought but that's the wrong way Can't you feel that it was all In vain... for nothing Is that what you want to believe? The passport to a better life? Are you sure? It's never too late

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 26, 2025

This track is instrumental.

Is this song not instrumental?

All those moments will be lost in time Like tears in rain... Time to die Off world colonies... new lands to begin again Eat raw fish, noodles... search skinjobs, raw and cold Tortoise, same as turtle... IQ test, emotional response Three males, three females... just four left to retire Artificial owl... Perfect skinjobs Artificial Rachel... Past borrowed Dying, hands are the first Bleeding nose, mouth and ears Painful to live... in fear That's what it is to be a slave End, love for any life Quite an experience to live... in fear Orange body, green legs Eggs hatched, mother eaten Not supposed to have feelings XB-71, artificial snake Too bad she won't live, perfection won't last Loving her future, life without past Age of techno God, creation of perfect beings Automatic prayers for life.. Age of synthetic feelings END.

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 26, 2025