In Tongues We Speak
[Music: Jesse Pintado] [Lyrics: Barney Greenway] Artificial for these strictly conscious times. Organic prothesis with a view to paying in kind. To ease (the) guilt of scores of undignified ends. Strung up, disemboweled right out of the pen. So unbeknowing in their anonimity. 'Cause when you're marked for death, ears switch off to the screams. Primal urges. Blindly cull, tear and chew. Remember - Don't scorn what God gave to you. What God gave to you. Reverting, technologically advanced yet bloodily we regress. Reversal - Looking forward to a pressure bolt through the head? Numbness - second only to dumbness. Sure, they don't feel a thing! Travesty. Communication block ensures no further usage. Travesty. Travesty. Travesty.
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 18, 2026
[Music: Jesse Pintado, Mitch Harris] [Lyrics: Barney Greenway] Got to grab all while you can - A perversion ! Once you had the gall to even up the score, moving in common circles, where the circles stood for human bonds. The tide has turned, allegiance tested. Upward and uninterested. Beforehand, adamant and strong, prosperity could not transform. Snort the drug, gather the assets, step on the head of the drowning man. The tide has turned, allegiance tested. Upward and uninterested. Hailed as a saviour as enterprise succeeds, your obsession overrides. Where once you fought to stop the trap enclosing, now you lay the bait. Speculate, capitalise. Words that distort to promote financial genocide. Ideals for trade, respect invested. Upward and uninterested. Got to grab all while you can - A perversion! Submits, comments, corrections are welcomed at webmaster@darklyrics.com COALESCE LYRICS
Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 18, 2026
I've met that point in my life, want came to need. Burn these fields of corn that surround. My harvest gone at the price of maturity, but these remains I've left to rot will be resurrected again and again by the next generation of children who want to change minds with the stain on hand. But it's deeper than this, I'm not the only one who sees, it lies in diversity, acceptance to a degree, only to a degree. The fire that once occupied my eyes has spready to destroy this world that I've grown. You have nothing new to scream beyond your fields and not a second of patience to learn from me the same. This time I harvest the crops of my past. As far as the demigods are concerned, I've sold myself out just the same. I've burned bridges to feign brothers. Brothers of nothing more than a simple label. So now I'm in control after all, for myself I prove I still am. But within the fields they'll say I never was.
Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025