The Process of Endtime
Writhe Within this inner struggle Which we call rebellion And the hopeless masses Decaying under nations We speak in so many tongues Only to keep repeating Same old nothings Into the same dead Fabrications made of cold steel The seperations are bred within the veins Through the desecration of your creators soul And the illusions of your governing controls Breaking through life Facing bloodshined eyes Ending it with home made cyanide With your man made kerosene Swallow it all down Born only to fail Created only to fall Fabrications made of cold steel The seperations are bred within the veins Through the desecration of your creators soul And the illusions of your governing controls
Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 26, 2025
Huddling together In this crude little wasteland You're building a figment Of your imagination into reality Symbolisms painted With the stars and stripes Ropes tied down And anchored through depravity Using fear To propel this monolith Masking the truth And the intentions of your legions Of our failing sun Reconstructing a regime Under the nose of millions With your blind approval With your mindless consent Wretching through Violated house of dreams Puked out Into the killing scheme Through these well lit halls Building up Matter at all Reconstruct a regime Under the nose of millions Ten tall buildings crashing down Upon this house of lust A storm of dust and boiling blood Prophecy of broken trust Wires whip through the sky Electrical fire sparks fly Pressure expands against the glass Windows burst like exploding hearts Everything they've ever told you It was all a lie Everything you meant to them Was meant as a lie You meant nothing to them Memories run from the surface to drain Penitent soldiers in tunnels of veins This is a forbidden time As this all was meant as a lie
Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025
Someday that real rain is gonna come A sea salted with many tears Rivers originating from mountaintops Washing away these countless years Cleansing the face to a clean slate A natural way of clock resetting Leaving behind only broken trusts Of a time based on bloodletting Will we Seek the shelter Or remain Open armed To accept Our given endtime And give back To what we've harmed As we drown as one Can't soon forget Someday the real rain is gonna come The only way to wash away sins Rivers ripping down the mountain tops Bringing it back to where we will begin Cleansing our history to a clean slate Blowing out the sun to a final set Leaving behind only blowing dust So our timelines can soon forget Time is not on our side And time will soon forget Plagues of arrogant minds Erasing with one final One final Time is not on our side And time will soon forget Plagues of arrogant minds Erasing with one final One final blow Corrosion Corroding Burying all of this Atlantis A modern day Babylon This utopia is banished To a dying end Melting the pillars of salt Into caustic gasses Suffocating Choking out The skyline Let the next species exist Someday that real rain is gonna come A sea salted with many tears Rivers originating from mountaintops Washing away these countless years Washing the faces away to a clean slate Enshrouding the entire earth with ice Leaving behind only our frozen tears As an epitaph to the final price We payed As we As we drown as one Time is not on our side And time will soon forget Plagues of arrogant minds Erasing with one final One final Time is not on our side And time will soon forget Plagues of arrogant minds Erasing with one final One final blow
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025
Blackend whores of our one track dreams Pimped for profit by that bitch called greed And this not so perfect picture of humanity All these corrupted ideals for which we weep You say you're about Ready to breakdown Well I say everything Has already brokedown This world we live in Such a fucking letdown Every dream we've dreamt Will continue to be shotdown We're on the comedown We die within things that should have been This world is buried beneath our skin Living on nerve-fused wire rails Giving half-truths that sleep on a bed of nails There's no hope Everything grows old Common causes Manipulate Mentalities collide Walking on ropes That are threaded With clumps of sand As we Victimize ourselves I live within all the things that should have been As I sit and let this world tear through my paper skin Feeling the words cut like spades through my heart Dwelling within a disappointed house of cards You say you're about Ready to breakdown Well I say everything Has already brokedown This world we live in Such a fucking letdown Every dream we've dreamt Will continue to be shotdown The fate of the clocks future is buried in snow Remaining in a glacial terrain that hinders growth Peeling through layers of lies and oceans of ice Forgotten as I'm left hooked up to this device We must be brought down We're such a letdown We must be brought down
Don't let yourself be fooled The left hand path has Grown over with these idealistic Notions of glorification Through the idiosyncratic Social diagram sketched out Through lesser forms of communication The righteous treck has been Mortified in a gradial decline Through helpless humiliation There has got to be a way A better way to live There has got to be a time A better time to live Before the sacrifice Of the falsified law The way I see this Slow down The way we'll end this Slow down From above this all Our problems must seem so small So miniscule on the grander scale When measured against what's trully hell Your gene pool has been poisoned With the common place surrealism When what we need is to adopt A true form of nihilism The way I see this Slow down The way we'll end this Slow down Twisting and turning the words Into doctrines of fear And warlike glorification Discard the meanings Suffocating progression to Any form of communication Eroding at the foundations Spreading horrid distaste Through global humiliation This fear of death Look what it's spawned A trend of followers That fall behind the pawn Wretching in this world With our plagues and disease Walking hand in hand Into the boiling seas Fools
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 26, 2025
These technological upgrades Are ruling our decisions in life The bitterest of the summers harvest A constant reminder of What we've come to lose What we've choose Reset into the blank emptiness Voices Life...reprogrammed Binary fiction is rewriting The history books to exclude Hands free while the prophets Code your kingdoms doom A constant grain of salt In the dead wound The silicon mother board replaced your family value While the fillament desires teach our youth the decline Draining our resources to satisfy our desires For an easier time in our controlled environments Contracting unending spools of technology Replacing our supernova with this created Incumbent Binary star When we give up our right to think For an easy way out we build machines To encompass our goals in life Science fiction becomes the new life Horrid reality we learn face Creations rise in utter disdain Recoding the food chain Changing the face of our dismay Our dismay Systematically wiring past the law Of the sun cloning back the molecules That bind the chains of reality Optic strands run in normality The ghost erased we become replaced Footprints in sand covered over with electric grace Completely controlled by the machines we create In a hopeless state, we destroy fate
Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025
The fruits of soiled remains Petrified growth process Blocking out life Spreading seeds of spite Shaping blinding light As if we don't need this life As if we need our lies Decades of erosion shaping Foundations of culture While fueling movements Of a regression from Anything resembling humankind As if we don't need this life As if we need these lies Knocked down Dead from the inside In the syncopations of which we call life Born to never realize We're rotting from the inside Brought down from the palaces Like a monument Brought down from the palaces As a deviant life While War machines are born to suffer Encompassing the slavekind War machines are bred to suffer Marching for the godlike Blind our eyes One by one Get in line Mythologies Spreading plagues Meant to distract Census of light Furthur divides Produce a mask of flies As if we don't need this life As if we need their lies Continuing to be drowned As if we don't want this life As if we need our lies Knocked down Dead from the inside In the syncopations of which we call life We're born to never realize We're rotting from the inside Brought down from the palaces Like a monument Brought down from the palaces As a deviant life
Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025
We breed new life As the dead rise Through the deadtides We seek new life As the dead rise Through the deadtides Have we found ourselves In the twilight of our days Have we found ourselves As the dead rise Through the deadtides Of our Life's Incumbence So Revealing Mirrors Reflecting The Childlike Natures And the fear that we've created In our own image This time we've gone to far We condition the unborn To prepare for the misfortunes We breed new life As the dead rise Through the deadtides We seek new life As the dead rise Through the deadtides Have we found ourselves In the twilight of our days Have we found ourselves As the dead rise Through the deadtides Of our Life's The coiled lifeless serpent With the blackest of eyes Lurking in the shadows Of our forgotten paths Bodies are endlessHopeless In our search for Our endless nothings
Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025
We are the choice of a new generation But to me all this shit tastes the same Gaps between the ages filled with the same selling points Over and over and over again Will we seek a life that we construct on our own Or will we scream for a change that's so unclear I know that this life belongs to you And you bow down to no one else But we could do so much better Without these bullshit scenes How can we see a change When we ourselves sell out to survive their game While filling the next generation With anger fueled through hatred and angst Spread the sickness We're blind Create the sickness That binds Creating the futures loss Through words clouded by fear While the shepards gain What they stood against Spread the sickness We're blind We are the sickness And our ignorance is not bliss Will we seek a life that we construct on our own Or will we scream for a change that's so unclear I know that this life belongs to you And you bow down to no one else But we could do so much better Without these bullshit scenes While we sit here and point our crooked little fingers Of non-conformity through mass conformity Fiscal gains overshadow the messages And then we'll be the ones for which they sing
Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025
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