Sunrise on Slaughter Beach

I used to work for Doc Tyrell It didn't end so well Been misbehaving since the Tannhäuser Gate Quit now, you won't regret But you gotta take that first step You strike me as the type who honestly appreciates Electromagnetic pulses in my veins Nothing ventured, nothing gained Red alert, Boss Metal Zone Red alert The greatest living science fiction writer in the world You're looking at him Yeah, you'rе looking at him You'd make a great companion on a fantastic voyage So what do ya say? Yеah, what do ya say? Electromagnetic pulses in my veins Nothing ventured, nothing gained Red alert, Boss Metal Zone Red alert (You are given a calfskin wallet on your birthday) You've been grinding nine to five Mining just to stay alive How many heartbeats are there left for the record? Can you pass the Voight-Kampff test Under emotional stress? Are you familiar with the Roy Batty method? Electromagnetic pulses in my veins Nothing ventured, nothing gained Red alert, Boss Metal Zone Red alert Electromagnetic pulses in my veins So many tears in the rain Red alert, Boss Metal Zone Red alert

Submitted by The Void — Feb 26, 2026

I'm not sweating any consequences I do what I have to do just to get on by There's no sex appeal in guilt nor anger Ain't it enough, ain't it enough to provide? Economic casualties My blue-blooded creeps Hand in hand, we walk together Along Slaughter Beach Maritime tragedies You blue-blooded freaks Hand in hand, we walk together Along Slaughter Beach I'm not betting on wild horses Like they do in Assateague or Pimlico I demand to shuck my clam the old-fashioned way: Undеr a strawberry moon, bare-handed Wеaring no clothes Economic casualties My blue-blooded creeps Hand in hand, we walk together Along Slaughter Beach Maritime tragedies You blue-blooded freaks Hand in hand, we walk together Sunrise on Slaughter Beach Economic casualties My blue-blooded creeps Hand in hand, we walk together Sunrise on Slaughter Beach Maritime tragedies You blue-blooded freaks Hand in hand, we walk together Sunrise on Slaughter Beach Sunrise on Slaughter Beach Sunrise on Slaughter Beach Sunrise on Slaughter Beach Sunrise on Slaughter Beach

Submitted by The Void — Feb 26, 2026

To climb the mountain is no easy task But it's so much harder coming down All the torches of the party have all gone dark Hungry mouths surround There's no gold beneath the beast Just a mountain of bone The wind and the rain are the lone courtiers A dynasty of one ascends to the throne The names of many ancient travelers Carved in the caverns we grind Grow older and older with every step Until no more are left to find There's no gold beneath the beast Just a pile of bones The wind and the rain are the lone courtiers A dynasty of one ascends to the throne Yet here I am, still rolling A twenty-sided die Am I chaotic evil? Or lawfully good aligned? Yet here I am, still rolling A twenty-sided die Am I chaotic evil? Or lawfully good aligned? Yet here I am, still rolling A twenty-sided die Am I chaotic evil? Or lawfully good aligned?

Submitted by The Void — Feb 26, 2026

I was accused of witchcraft Aboard the Mayflower ship They threw me overboard Ten stone of ballast chained to my legs No stars above to guide me No sunrise shall I see again Cast adrift on a sea of sangre I will exact my pound of flesh Mira, nosferatu madre I walked all the cold Atlantic Held fast by hex and lock But I did rise from the waters And split them wide open upon Plymouth Rock No stars above to guide me No sunrise shall I see again Cast adrift on a sea of sangre I will exact my pound of flesh Mira, nosferatu madre No stars above to guide me No sunrise shall I see again Cast adrift on a sea of sangre I will exact my pound of flesh Mira, nosferatu madre

Submitted by The Void — Feb 26, 2026

Jaundiced yellow light is flashing Hanging above Church and Main On the wind, her perfume lingers Likewise, her Christian name Fields of night hang close above her The family lie in a dreamless sleep Frost grows on the windowpanes And the wind spins circles in the empty street Shining white steeples Rise from the ground Ring all the bells you may And brace for the kiss of Mercy Brown By the paper mill, she wanders Singing melodies to the clouds A fox calls, but nonе does answer Cross the green of hallowеd ground Quietly beyond the threshold A pale hand on the banister Looks upon the sleepers there And weeps at the memory of the way things were Shining white steeples Alarm the town Ring all the bells you can And brace for the kiss of Mercy Brown Two lovers in the moonlight Playing at hare and hounds Leaves fall upon the hillside Ruddy as the lips of young Miss Brown Shining white steeples Alarm the town Ring all the bells you can Then brace for the kiss of Mercy Brown Shining white steeples Dawn in the dark Be still, your beating Your beating heart Be still, your beating heart

Submitted by The Void — Feb 26, 2026

I have a hammer and a box of nails Two M80s and punk sticks My uncle's favorite Farrah Fawcett lighter A Schwinn Hurricane with BMX grips We deliver where Knievel failed What's a little bit of tetanus? Pledge allegiance to the denim flag And strive for excellence Yes, we do We strive for excellence Yes, we do The dinner bell ain't calling me homе I found at least a dozen two-by-fours Marine-gradе plywood No six-million-dollar men No retakes, no Hollywood One and done, feet off the pedals Naive elegance Salute the denim, light the pyro And strive for excellence Yes, we do We strive for excellence Yes, we do The dinner bell ain't calling me home You're in the Cub Scouts, right? I believe I need a tourniquet I can hear my mama calling Hand over that snakebite kit We deliver where Knievel failed What's a little bit of tetanus? Pledge allegiance to the denim flag And strive for excellence Yes, we do We strive for excellence Yes, we do We strive for excellence Yes, we do We strive for excellence Yes, we do; yes, we do We strive for excellence

Submitted by The Void — Feb 26, 2026

Descending the ladder Boots on the surface Triangulating command and control No visible life signs Lower the vehicle And the medical drones Cold iron, blood red Persephone, do thee wed? Mortal nations, Olympus Mons Add another skeleton on Mars Anomalous signal Strangely familiar Yet not familiar at all My God, that's impossible! Open the airlock, it's a... ("Inaudible") Cold iron, blood red Persephone, do thee wed? Mortal nations, Olympus Mons Add another skeleton on Mars Or Ares by another name Don't make a differеnce Gonna end the samе way Don't make a difference Gonna end the same way

Submitted by NecroLord — Feb 26, 2026

Met my girl on a dinner date Uptown movie, not back too late But saxophones and cocktails Had other plans By Roland Kirk's three golden horns Sol Invictus thrice reborn Now I see the truth: Jazz music corrupts our youth Weaving to the men's restroom Hallucinations red and blue These pagan rites were too much For the kid to bear By Roland Kirk's three golden horns Sol Invictus thrice reborn Now I see the truth: Jazz music corrupts our youth Turtlenecks and switchblade knives Pointy shoes, back-alley dice Oh, what's the use? Jazz music corrupts our youth On Slaughter Beach, it's daybreak now My girl is nowhere to be found Vibraphones and highballs Made other plans By Roland Kirk's three golden horns Sol Invictus thrice reborn They speak the truth: Jazz music corrupts our youth Turtlenecks and switchblade knives Business suits, back-alley dice Oh, what's the use? Jazz music destroys our youth

Submitted by NecroLord — Feb 26, 2026

We march into the city Wounded but sound Showered by the praises From the unclean crowds Inside the throne room We feel so at ease It's as God intended And I'm sure he'd agree We are victorious We are young With all the time in the world To regret what we've done Like Adam and Eve in springtime Before the fall They'll celebrate our victory With pomp and circumstance Our faces grace the currency The school rooms, and stamps Holidays and avenues Boulevards and parks Our names ring on forever Shining beacons in the dark We are victorious We are young With all the time in the world To regret what we've done Like Adam and Eve in springtime Before the fall Generations later Will come to tear us down Rip us from our pedestals Then wheel us out of town Melt us down for daggers Zeal and rage Destroy our plazas Jackhammer our names We are victorious We are young With all the time in the world To regret what we've done Like Adam and Eve in springtime Before the fall Like Adam and Eve in springtime Before the fall

Submitted by NecroLord — Feb 26, 2026