Desperately Insensitive

Time will show who has talent and who’s doomed to stagnation. We drove to the farest lands to play in the worst squatted dogholes in the name of an integrity often fading to nonsense burnt out patience, tolerance repaid by the umpteenth plain pat on the back. No appeasement – no cash – no promotion just the guarantee of being a brick…. to a castle whose foundations have no strength to stand up. Forced to eat your shit Resigned to breath morals Reduced to sleep in your dirt Stuck miles away from respect Tipped as a thorn my anger is like newborn 15 years screwed by this crowd of A-marked trash A bullet in the head a flame-thrower in my hands the only way to abort this increasing mass of living dead fill our dish with rewarmed tofu & 3 week old bread being here to bring fun, I’m yer ideal moron in front of our sight a loser-type mass of scumbags lobotomized by booze, lost in few rules. Forced to eat your shit Resigned to breath morals Reduced to sleep in your dirt Stuck miles away from respect Tipped as a thorn my anger is like newborn 15 years screwed by this crowd of A-marked trash A bullet in the head a flame-thrower in my hands the only way to abort this increasing mass of living dead I’m tired of passing over decay of respect = the mirror of what you hide deep inside an abyss of mediocrity a shadow on my sun. I’m tired of passing over. and I won’t be left behind. [PS:] modern hippies on my grey-scale mutilation of their fucking colours.

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025

(only few statements from this is what GTB actually sings) Drop by drop you used to sedate me - from a distance An unconsciously perfect method Those were days when I was dying w/o leaving any trace In the hands of a Waste Disposal Firm Authorized to format my sharpness.. All the requirements to carry out the biopsy of my shroud I had an identity in my tenacity, in holding on to my feelings In remembering the oldest flashes of light - Discussions, glances And from then on I became your blackboard Let's write "FUCKED" on it Go on, hang it in the closet of a past to be crushed Someone else shared an experience of inflicted mutilation But passively.. and in a few moments. Attacking immunities to shatter the foundations: the improvised tactics of those who live on other people's moods Dancing an eternal tango on the heart - instead of heels, kitchen knives Drop by drop staring at the density mixing with the water It's the serum that puts every intention of reaction up against the wall Let me share in my defeat, humiliate me with details Remind me that at 30 some people have aged better than me Modernize my paranoia - Glue me to a mobile phone Where your signs of disheartenment always come too late Deprive me of all grace, hang me to the noose of apathy and inertia Redeem this talent that in your barreness you were never able to cultivate It's the sadism of those who live to take revenge on the others Of shocks too radical to be faced up to backwards You are in a waiting room leading to a ghost platform Me - the only passenger, resigned to waiting in vain A crooked tree, crippled by the lightnings of pain... You wish - on the edge of drying out War, drop by drop back in the bottle War of ethics, of eternally persecuted people, war of nerves War to gain continuity, to regain self-esteem Not to live in tiredness It's a rustle of dry bones shaken by the desert wind Or maybe just an old skin abandoned somewhere And that I won't look for War, feeding on war Letting you know that you can't touch this land That every invasion implies a martyrdom of your fellow men Necessary war, war against habits Not to live in tiredness No politics and no money, no ideals but one goal The extasy of contentment, the love of nuisances Pointing everything against everyone... You trie to afflict me - Now learn how to hide

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 26, 2025

CARDBOARD, I EAT CARBOARD, CARDBOARD PILES OF CARDBOARD. CARDBOARD EVERYDAY SHOWING TEETH AS I PROUDLY CHEW. CARDBOARD, MUD AND CARDBOARD. CARDBOARD ON CARDBOARD. WHO’S TO STAY ALWAYS BENT DOWN THE NEXT HOLE MEETING THE SCREW Social expansionism heating your bed while few steps behind there’s somebody growin’ & dying of anger my cancer explodes in front of you screwing my sister. Cold like this blood pulsating all over my face hearts turn to nitrogen nausea stucks my brain. CARDBOARD, EVERYDAY. I ABUSE – EATING CARDBOARD. CARDBOAD – I CHEW. CARDBOARD & MUD. CARDBOARD, PILES OF CARDBOARD. WHO’S THE NEXT TO BE BENT URGE OF HOLES FOR MY SCREW. Public buttsucker – mutual bed-heater don’t give up, enjoy her climax, deep inside. Beating my brain on time with the bitterness of these “dazed but actual” social codes. Apart from the appearances what can you give? A metaphor on your life plastic flowers, the empty crysalid. Ever watched behind the walls reflecting your smarmy brainless smile? Cold like this bell dividing the rounds of our fight the strength of an ego vs the egoism of strength in suit’n’tie.

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 26, 2025

(head reversed me watching myself from an elevated view) A specular game.... waiting for the umpteenth orgasm trying to capture that moment and channel 28 years in few frames showing me the sense of a life. I BELIEVE IN FRIENDSHIP - but the best friends I ever had still remain DESPERATION + BLOOD. The frame's gone - another mouth's filled with cum we can keep on existing in a perpetual motion of money, physiologic urges, convenience, politeness, discard of the non-essential. I'VE BEEN USED FOR AN ETERNITY and I'm glad to disappoint those who'd expect me to do the same. THE FRAME'S GONE - AS WELL AS THE HERMIT-CRAB CULT I HAD ON MY SHOULDERS. [words in the song...:] how many friendships have been spoiled up to death how many eyes corroded by despair it's the hability to handle the void we have inside to manipulate the others thru sense-needs and lies. (love) MAKES THE WORLD BURN NOT GO ROUND MAKES THE WORLD BURN NOT GO ROUND How many friendships spoiled up to death.

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025

Non sarò uno scarto della tua selezione ...è stata una gran recita con finale ad illusione oggi non perdo tempo, mi rialzo e traccio un'altra strada e nel lasciarti qui contenta, socievole, sempre più appagata ritorno l'eroe introverso che sfrutta il suo talento per fottere chi è spento come te, falso come te, libero come te. Le troie come te. Odio a prima vista, da qui alla tua estinzione. Avanti un'altra cicca da ridurre a mozzicone ...e rido di quand'ero fermo, stuzzicadenti nella tua perenne noia geniale e distruttiva in quel giocare a esser sempre più troia chilometri di cazzo per guadagnarsi un posto in vista è il codice per chi è infame come te, marcio come te, libero come te. Io e le troie come te. Guardami negli occhi... chi sei, aggregato a lei? sì, quanto più in basso starei, assecondando lei... quanto mi umilierei, venerando lei... quanto altro fegato lascerei nel canyon dei suoi limiti quanto non mi piacerei, accanto a lei... quanta vita trascurerei, per far bella lei... Io in fondo a un fiume, una larva intrisa di Lexotan è così che mi volevi poi "amico" di ripiego, sconfitto e rassegnato da cagar di striscio nei giorni vuoti. La freddezza al femminile: un baratro di marmo che inabissa ogni speranza è un tarlo che mi ossessiona, ma da quando l'ho inquadrato sono il suo vaiolo eterno. Guardati gli occhi... chi sei, aggregato a lei? quanto altro fegato, quanti altri limiti quanto non mi piacerei, ombra di lei quanta vita trascurerei... Odio a prima vista, da qui alla tua estinzione. E' stata una gran recita completa di illusione e io quei giorni ho perso tempo ma perdendolo ho cambiato strada sensazioni quasi istintive, un trip che impone il bianco/nero il mio mondo chiede morte, non tace sul passato e attacca chi è inerte come te. Vuoto come te. Libero come te. Disprezzo per le puttane come te!

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 26, 2025

Welcome a new target, a band promoting rape and sexual obsessions Fair Yankee decency meeting a subliminal threat to women's safety, Preventing stay-clean kids from a world of disturbed, discriminating perverts. Minimize, point the finger. "just a shocking idea that fits their nihilism". We simply chose our own style of expression for those able to scan the subtleness of details a multishaped provocation can hide. Are you on the right or simply falling in a trap devised to prove who's the fool and who has class? I'm sorry we can't help fools to get smarter, for you I'll always be a rough expression of misogyny, sexism and male superiority. segregated for years cut out from yer fake scene for no concrete reason suppressing a mentality you disapprove or envy mouths kept shut under the axe of prejudice and PC elitarism isolation of the different - makes me feel like censored wasn't that something you were supposed to oppose? Never thought that somebody could wish to defend individuality from a reality of polished mediocrity, pseudo fights for the abused lesbian pride, rrriot sluts, idealistic preachers, intellectual fags pointing the finger, anti-homophobic sermons... your paranoias, your wasted time. a smell of frustration ... as you're always viciously sticked to the smallest problem aware of the fact that you've no balls enough to face the real ones that's why you ban us, that's why you take up the stand of those that can judge, you feel right when you accuse me - as I'm the kind of problem you've been looking for as we inspire antipathy in our being ourselves, living the HC thing in a personal way, not givin' a shit about your militant political slime.

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025

I cross the mountains, I plane I let myself glide over the breeze slowly, grazing the woods – and you’ll let me go I jump down the stairwell, but the fall is soft then I run away, free, untouchable protected by spores. Back to the parallel floor I’m a psychosomatic prey the more I think negative the more my life fades here on the shittiest train or queued up in some gloomy office drugged by sex or TV serials – bored by the umpteenth useless chat just to see her once more under my balls. Watch me as I suffocate in these old trivial thoughts subjected to human heaviness, absorbed by this halo of social failure. Drowning among the crowd I feel an impulse of death though sadly aware that it’s me the one getting progressively fucked. Another bolivian guerrilla piling up corpses of rich drug-dealers' wives reduced to pieces by my unstoppable machete – a private apocalypse of rapes and blood then serbian freedom-fighter torturing a yankee pilot fallen with his “invisible” bomber right on my Orthodox Church Back to the parallel floor I’m a psychosomatic prey as paranoias increase the spores die away here on the shittiest train or queued up in some gloomy office drugged by sex or TV serials – bored by the umpteenth useless chat just to see her once more under my balls. Watch me as I suffocate in these old trivial thoughts subjected to human heaviness, absorbed by this halo of social failure. Drowning among the crowd I feel an impulse of death though sadly aware that it’s me the one getting progressively fucked. People’s extinction comes true only in a non-synchronized planet that roams in the universe, the universe behind my eyes.

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025

Zdrav ja te mrzim - moja svetla nece jos dugo blistati RAK NE PRESTAJE Tvoja navika, tvoj karakter su povecali moj bol RAK NE PRESTAJE ...al' mozda ce se vratiti - ZA TEBE!

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025

Don't reach an understanding ... their shit-smelling words, bare your teeth, push the right way GET OUT AND BITE THEM I won't submissively care, no need to reinstate myself no chance to lock up my nerves GET OUT AND BITE THEM I won't submissively care, people - their habits, their shame... "Can't stay inside their laws" GET OUT AND BITE THEM My eyes - burn with revenge

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025

good ol' Yugoslavija - you're my holocaust of sadness a country backed by an ancient history of knowledge and tradition suppressed by a new world order that no mouth denies subjected to an alien system of values and concepts punished 'cos non-fitting the mandatory westernized standards poisoned with separations and inner conflicts pressed between catholic bigotry and Muslim fanatism. ..and US peacekeepers have brought death to my brothers to a land whose only guilt is to be stuck among different fires US peacekeepers point Serbs as traitors and criminals in a war of words and pictures hiding a dark storm of lies US peacekeepers have done justice to no-one: as NATO missiles rained down KLA murders went on indisturbed US peacekeepers bombing hospitals & monuments leaving hundreds of civilians in a nightmare of blood. WE STARE IMPASSIVELY DESPERATELY INSENSITIVE Krajina: a mass of serbian natives kicked out of their land thanx to a pitful “constitutional change” around the lines of outgoing refugees croatian soldiers and fanatics enjoy throwing stones, spitting and insulting people whose only guilt was to be born in a territory doomed to be “traded”. Kosovo: entire families deprived of their houses, children massacred bowels turned up on their faces stabbings, terrorist injuries to non-military targets.... ever wondered what’s the real NATO’s goal on this sphere of occupation and hatred? To ensure the safety of a handful of rough albanian invaders? No way. Does an average US citizen have a minimum knowledge or interest on the history of the Balkans?? Starting a war to save peace is like fucking to preserve virginity. you & your fat ass parked in front of a TV crunching pop-corns happily Yankee brainwashed you ignoring where real culture derives from …come to Srbija to scream and suffer. Treated like a bunch of savages Lead to an injustified war Broadcast manipulation: fucked up. Just because we are Serbs we have to pay.

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025

Half-sleep, staring at an impending fatal widow the mask of my downfall shining in this night of ordinary quiet. CHOOSE____ : chained to insecuty / forsaken by purity / another game of jealousy we won't get rid of. / Invisible glue quick-setting hopes, temper, resolution. Cornered by a puzzle-shaped situation no move could float to the top. Entering an era of psychotropics, sadness, asocialism then violence echoing like a whale goin' adrift to its death. CHOOSE____ : greet this phase of slavery / sink into a rien-ne-va-plus of empathy / weak human psychology every sentence a stab. Abuse me, slander my dignity, give me scars, humiliations, more piss to swallow, slice through the flesh let blood spatter until I faint divulge my defects then burst into laughter, trample on the thin shore I still dare to call "LIFE"... have fun as long as it comes my turn. ME & HER LOST TO NOWHERE PINCHING THE PSYCHE, A PARANOID BRAIN FOLDER.

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025

jurisdictions. jurisdictions. jurisdictions. jurisdictions. jurisdictions. jurisdictions. jurisdictions. jurisdictions. jurisdictions. Every sub-citizen's social obligation is to fall in a meaningless breach, then drag cross & nails in front of the jury, be condemned and pay, spit bowels till the last coin, the last millilitre of blood. jurisdictions Available for being the exploitable... we work to give back the mere shit that we've earned. Registered at their court, a signature to a file, we increase civil power and demote basic rights. jurisdictions. jurisdictions. jurisdictions. jurisdictions. jurisdictions. jurisdictions. jurisdictions. jurisdictions. jurisdictions.

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 26, 2025

Dedicated to YOU - hidden in a room full of mirrors lookin' at them just before goin' out at night.......... Your father's dying - you're parasitizing in his new house fattening on his incomes, sleeping half a day like a vermin in a cesspool. Faster, faster... please pass out ... expire .... A dance of mellow tears: outwardly tragic - inwardly cold and calculating. Born of an error, born to redeem a vicious sensation of guilt by charming and living of the others. OUT OF TIME, OUT OF SIGHT OUT OF ANYTHING SHE WOULD NOT LIKE A POISONED FIX DRAINING ALL YER HOPES A FEMALE VULTURE TO DEVOUR ALL THE HAVINGS YOU'LL AFFORD. Her definitive aim / is to take more + more / to retire him in a slave's shell / bending feelings under sword.... / TIME OF THE VULTURES! TIME OF THE VULTURES! (x 2)

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 26, 2025

Idiots think slower, pigs shouting "OI!-OI!" when some other shaved puppet goes up on stage, always the same hits - unchangeable juke boxes, beer after beer. Idiots think slower but kick harder, sticked to old fashioned crap, all in Fred Perry's, all in the same boots THE KIDS ARE UNITED - THE KIDS ARE UNIFORMED ..they'll tell they're true rebels and you won't contradict rebels conformed to a stereotype, even street life can be a model. Idiots think slower, idiots need their icons. Idiots think slower but beat faster, and fast they can be in screwing up a life attacking 10 against 1, breaking bottles on your face. Lonsdale = corporate / Fred Perry = corporate Dr.Martens = corporate / Recycled trends = corporate IN-CORPORATED / CORPORATE. IN-CORPORATED / CORPORATE. This mass of SHARP scumbags pretends to be antiracist but acts just the same like Mussolini's vigilantes. S.H.A.R.P. to stand vs something that is not so dissimilar from them the only thing that differs lies in a political excuse. PS: graffiti seen a while back in Belgrade / Serbia...: BETTER DEAD THAN SKINHEAD

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025

I look in her eyes, I see the walls of this city - I HATE HER socially dominant, a female corpse kept alive by rules - I HATE HER avid, spoilt, majesty in a little puddle of piss - I HATE HER blocks our freedom with asphalt, infects our blood with morals - I HATE HER She went to the butcher’s and bought 2 Kg of blood-stenching meat I HATE HER She attended mass and bought God’s mercy: “charity & love” I HATE HER She voted for a moralist dick, “to suffocate all immigrants in their own pitful shit” I HATE HER She came back home and taught her sons to abhor those like me I HATE HER Consume your shameful dinner, then drug your brain with TV-fix - I HATE HER do the slut with your husband, somebody said “frequent sex = rejuvenate” - I HATE HER take the children to school, be sure to grow them strong, proud and blind as shit - I HATE HER support ghettoisation... your race’s “sense of property” to banish minorities - I HATE HER

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025

(INTRODUCING THE PERFECT HANDBOOK TO SELF-DEFAMATION) Inside out of your corpse emotions won’t change another dull rose wastes its thorns let me ill-treat my casual vehicle of lust young dead meat here to regenerate cum. Queues of dazed slaves claim their weekly dose – INSIDE OUT , INSIDE OUT Who ends to lead the game / who does the supine whore today – INSIDE OUT , INSIDE OUT We made it a convenience, grew & spread a psychosis – INSIDE OUT , INSIDE OUT Anesthetic has been injected / beasts look resigned and emptied – INSIDE OUT Inside out of your corpse no-one can show us what’s better or worse compassion and dignity, shall I give a shit or just train my metabolism to this steroid-fueled society Buxxx in advance / make room to the next cock – INSIDE OUT , INSIDE OUT you’re a mouth to be shut, never worth of being heard – INSIDE OUT , INSIDE OUT me. on the route to erase feelings that no longer fit – INSIDE OUT , INSIDE OUT you. just bend your head, turn my savings into white hot drops – INSIDE OUT P.S.: 27 YEAR OLD. ADDICTED TO PROSTITUTION A DOUBLE EDGED FALL INTO ETHICAL PERDITION Can’t you see, I have yer cunt printed on my face. I’m fucked and gone / lost like the shittiest junkie in his suicide mission to Planet Dope. If you want something to meditate about, wonder how and why did I come to all this. Like sperm under water when it curdles, in cholesterol-clots runs this magic virus of frustration I feel it inside my veins: think of blood slowing down to a jam-like consistency. Heavier. Can’t you see… in this squallid micro-infinite paradise of opportunism where all humans are motive of disillusion, you women play the unlucky role of… *** cash converters *** Any complaints? Kick my face and let’s see who’s fucking who.

Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025

A filthy presence obstructing my veins, the fanatic exaltation of a negative feeling. I love to hate, I hate your love. ...and I can't feel affection for people like you. Consumed verbal roads, projected through our dead lands, your thoughts - drowned in my tears. A sad premonition. I love to hate, I hate your love. ...and I can't feel affection for people like you. Your love is opportunistic, precarious, untruthful. My hate is stable, irrepressible, aggressive. I love to hate, I hate your love. ...and I can't feel affection for people like you.

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 26, 2025

aka the invincible "2 eyes for 1 eye" theory Did we ever had a word? Offence is taken - the sandglass is running what the fuck did we ever share in this world? You failed once - you'll pay 10 x ..setting up fire to a stake from now on burning up your ass U N R E M O V A B L E Offence is taken - face my doublesided genes: SIDE I) kindness, elegance hospitality --spitting on these manners you felt in the backdoor SIDE II) carelessness equals repression --now discover a race wth no sense of diplomacy; under this friendly exterior - a shroud of red, squealing nerves. WEIGH UP EVERY SINGLE FUCK YOU SAY GAIN YOUR PRIDE, 2 EYES FOR 1 EYE IF DISHONOUR COMES - GIVE REVENGE LIFE FOR US HAS LEFT NO TEARS

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 26, 2025

Scadrò anche sul monotematico Ma mi esalto proprio per questo Nuovi ritocchi a quel naif che detesti Sì, è misogino l'innesto Un altro aneddoto da pomeriggio di chiacchiere O una formula che spianerà qualche strada Avrà senso per chi combatte a ritroso Farà pena a chi si schiera perdente Con in testa il più inerme "lasciala stare" Vomitare luoghi comuni: Tra due ex metà perfette l'intesa non c'è... Sei il solito rancio c'è chi è meglio di te. "il suo tempo è passato restan solo i però Masticato ed evacuato non lo rimpiangerò..." Quanto sei troia, quanto sei troia Ancora una goccia per far sì che lui muoia Quanto sei troia, quanto sei troia Perché in fondo al tuo cesso c'è un coglione che ingoia Esauriti i vantaggi cosa resta di lei? Una scia di ricordi non si assorbirà mai. 2 coltelli per incidere il domani che avrò Le sue arterie o il mio esilio Quale manico impugnerò? Partner della convenienza Degrado del gusto, abbrutimento Partner della convenienza Ogni scopata un investimento Ormai non c'è più niente su cui sorridere e scherzare Tramonto un giorno vuoto, risveglio un giorno vuoto Il freddo mi devasta, nervature da irrorare E' forzato voler parlare, è sconforto socializzare Partner della convenienza Arma suprema di appiattimento Partner della convenienza Ogni scopata un investimento Ormai non c'è più niente su cui sorridere e scherzare Tramonto un giorno vuoto, risveglio un giorno vuoto Il freddo mi devasta, nervature da irrorare E' forzato voler parlare, è sconforto socializzare Cambiar l'acqua a dei fiori già morti Io per anni ho vissuto di questo Rassegnato a riscaldare gli avanzi A castrare ogni intento. Oggi in cielo non ho più una stella Solo un pianeta che riflette dolore Sembra un occhio svuotato dal bulbo Senza grazia né timore. Niente stelle nel mio cielo Solo un occhio avvelenato Che punta verso te.

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 26, 2025