Clinging to the Trees of a Forest Fire
Album • 2010
A crimson pool dries in the Palms of my hands 1,000 Sleepless nights, 26 Worrisome years i've Bared my teeth And sunk them into the Flesh of my enemy Faith in myself runs red Human memory decays Under a blanket of smoke Freedom in isolation Remove the eyes and withdraw Isolate remove the human flesh And disappear
Submitted by Immortal — Apr 26, 2025
They took everything from us with the strength of an iron curtain pulled over my fucking face. The face of justice beaten and raped. Pig blood stains the cross, kill a cop, hang a judge, fuck the system, fuck the law spit blood on the cross. Do what thou wilt, live by your own law. Crush the messenger of god.
Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025
I tear you apart and wear the remains I will never stop because wounds will never stop spreading a great big fucking scab I pick myself apart I have walked away from the human race.
Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025
I see its face when I close my eyes head cocked to the left. Mouth open and unmerciful. Those were my last words. All of them. You swallowed them whole and you shat out my bones.
Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 26, 2025
You have no pride, no sense of friendship. Thank you for nothing. I regret hearing your word. As false as the priest you condemn. A hand a gun the word of god. My hooves are cloven. They will crush your diamond cross they will crush your fucking skull. As false as the priest you condemn
Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025
Every 24 hours another nail in my fucking coffin. Alienated at birth. Buried separate from every mass grave. When will it end? No one can answer that question. My end in the face of unemployment and every day at the office a battle I'll never win. An american hooker born into the trade of human trafficking and meeting goals. I never wanted to work for how can I see anything? How am I supposed to live? How am I supposed to...
Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 26, 2025
No loyalty among thieves. You drowned me when the levee broke. Inside of my head the dead walk the earth disguised as human garbage asking for their skin back it's hard to believe when all I see is blood piss and shit.
Submitted by Immortal — Apr 26, 2025
A bouquet of flowers made from self pity the colors of the halo. I choke on gasoline. On the soles of my feet every color of the earth on fire. A world on fire. I inhale the smoke of the earth. Humanity washed in flames. A cancer in my fucking lungs. The feet of angels all over my fucking shit covered face. My name caught in your throat cut me out. Wash away all of my sins in a river of human waste. Blessed by dead mothers eyes. The cleanest I've felt inside.
Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 26, 2025
Slave to my job the wage the paycheck. A noose of dollar bills on every newborn, from the nursery to the grave. Sick of being nailed to a social security number. Living under the trough all I wanted was a horse a plow and three hundred acres of shit I want a horse a plow and three hundred acres of shit. This is rightfully mine. I am but an enslaved god among pig faced men.
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025
I held your shit in my hands. An entire world of possibilities I don't speak of anymore. A horizon as red as her hair color and as black as her shit swallowing all around. This is never over I just keep dying more and more every day I am so fucking sick of living a fucking life.
Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 26, 2025
The smeared shit on their skin so they could blend in at night I can hear them howling. I can feel their footsteps all over my soft spots. Years of degeneration. The hell of a cold world surrounded by starving wolves. She sleeps soundly in our cave while I try to dig my way out of it. Trapped on the inside of my soft spots.
Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 26, 2025
Dust in my heart, blood on my hands. Five years I have been penitent. The penitent man finds his peace. These walls have seen my lack of dignity. These walls have seen flesh unraveling insides transparent most things unsaid words as insects in my throat.
Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 26, 2025
Larvae for me to choke on. I will find you child on your breast. Choking on my name spitting out the taste of apples in a garden of shit Remove the light.
Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025
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