Direto na sua cara / 6:35 pm: After the Bomb... ...Just Silence! / [untitled]

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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 Sexy Gargoyle — Nov 09, 2025

Sentore di sangue alzato dall'aria sfiora i miei sensi la testa sfondata, si vede la carne che libera pensieri "scritto nel destino" - luogo comune, attenuante sconfitta io guardo il tuo amico, ex-vivo ordinario, e mi sento appagato TU SAI BENE CHE IN FONDO HAI UN PO' DI COLPA (x …) puoi nasconderlo agli altri, ma non a te stesso, alla coscienza che giudica, puoi calare le tende, riabbracciare le giornate, sopravvivere ipocrita, il tuo volto oscurato è un cane pestato che ringhia vendetta, soffri per trattenerlo, ti neghi ai suoi occhi, ti neghi al rimorso. Cammino verso il corpo, ne apprezzo il chiarore, l'espressione deformata immagino il tempo - il cuore che cede… mi esalto in silenzio vorrei averlo filmato per riguardarmelo da solo centinaia di volte il tuo amico cadavere giustifica il peggio, è liberazione TU SEI VIVO E QUESTO È IL TUO SUPPLIZIO (x …) la partita è già chiusa, non puoi sfidarmi… ti fraacasso la testa, dentro le mie spire esplode il dolore, si annulla il contrasto, una valle di pietre soccombe su fiori tormentati dal fumo, abbraccio la morte, le stringo una mano, per giocare la sua carta. ALLUCINATO VIAVAI DI COMPROMESSI UN TUNNEL SENZA SPECCHI DAVANTI A CUI SVENARTI

Submitted by SerpentEve — Nov 09, 2025

South Leads Us To Shit. (Then no words, just vocalized hatred) [COMMENTARY:] I'm not a Northern League dick, so... sharpen your wits, solve the rebus.

Submitted by Pestilence — Nov 09, 2025

Per quello che valgono le vostre azioni... cicatrici sul cranio - ossa spezzate. Non posso contare sulla vostra "difesa" perché solo violenza é ciò che create. Polizia, polizia... razza da estinguere, razza da estinguere!!

Submitted by Pestilence — Nov 09, 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 Dahmers Fridge — Nov 09, 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 Morgoth — Nov 09, 2025

Tu, porco egoista incastrato nella noia dei tuoi piccoli valori, ingrassato dal privilegio di essere schiavo, preferisci esser scannato piuttosto che reagire. E non pensi che qualcuno abbia diritto a vivere, lontano dagli sporchi pregiudizi di un infimo "proletario" merdoso come te. Come lo vedi il tuo futuro?? Come lo vedi il tuo futuro?? É sempre rose e fiori per un inutile codardo marcire dietro il ciclo sistematico di una catena di montaggio? Vivi per difendere un massacratissimo stipendio. Muori con alle spalle il vuoto più completo.

Submitted by NecroLord — Nov 09, 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 Iron_Wraith — Nov 09, 2025

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Porte in faccia 7 giorni alla settimana, andare avanti con niente in mano sapendo di esser soli nel mirino di tutti, un giorno volevo bene almeno a me stesso, ma la mia vita é diventata un cesso. QUESTA É UNA STRADA A SENSO UNICO Davanti - la forza di consumarmi oltre ogni limite, anfetamina per massacrarvi di odio, dietro - la società del compromesso, programmata fino all'ultimo pezzo di vomito. QUESTA É UNA STRADA A SENSO UNICO Un numero, una divisa, un qualsiasi lavoro di merda a voi va bene quello perché siete solo quello. Uomini... vermi... non vedo differenza... o come in quei vecchi libri di fantascienza: due braccia, due gambe, un televisore conficcato al posto della testa. PATETICI Porte in faccia 7 giorni alla settimana, andare avanti con niente in mano sapendo di esser soli nel mirino di tutti, un giorno volevo bene almeno a me stesso, ma la mia vita é diventata un cesso. Davanti - la forza di consumarmi oltre ogni limite, anfetamina per massacrarvi di odio, dietro - la società del compromesso, programmata fino all'ultimo pezzo di vomito. QUESTA É UNA STRADA A SENSO UNICO Questa é una strada a senso unico, la gente mi fa schifo lascio tutti alle spalle, tiro dritto fino all'ultimo.

Submitted by Morgoth — Nov 09, 2025

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[COMMENTARY:] You try to consolidate people's infedelities... sex seen as a dope-type recreation, an inalienable diversion.. ..or a technique to exalt the nearly always trampled female ego. "She feels reborn..." ...in the guise of a fucking bitch. A parallel form of humiliation, in fact (this time) self-humiliation. And your pseudo-pornographic freedom won't stand up. Next door. Your profit's results spread like wildfire... The last uncontaminated feelings... rr thrown away, spit down, straight down to your packed-out W.C. Love, friendship, respect, sincerity... rr out of fashion. SOMETIMES I NEED SOMEONE TO EMBRACE, NOT NECESSARILY SOMEONE TO FUCK. Next door. Your shitty sexist propaganda... sponsored by falsity, exhibitionism and mental backwardness. But now... now I can feel the strongest will joining my rage, the will of smashing this shit down, the will of voicing my dissent against your ignorance and mediocrity, the will of screamin' till I see blood pouring from my mouth...: Must destroy this sexist society!! Must destroy it!!!!!!!!!!!

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Nov 09, 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 Warbringer — Nov 09, 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 Morgoth — Nov 09, 2025

The bomb has completed its flight and now it's exploding among innocent children... FACES TWISTED WITH FEAR... There's no time to realize what has caused this immense pain, RED ON WHITE, THE METAPHOR IS CLEAR... Images of war / Images of pain. Images of war / Images of pain. [SOMETHING MORE TO ADD:] "The game has been the same for centuries; players change, masters change, weapons develop, but the result is always the same - murder. There's nothing progressive, nothing good, just suffering, fear and pain. On every side victims... here from communism to nationalism, there from democracy to leftists or nazis, rightists or stalinists, capitalists etc. etc... It's all the same - the only thing that changes is the iconography. Killers became heroes, heroes became kings, liars became lawyers, real men became traitors and cowards. What an irony." [Taken from B.Z.R.'s Split LP with Nula]

Submitted by The Void — Nov 09, 2025

La mia generazione annega nel falso benessere costruito su un sistema di consenso; a gente come me non é concessa la parola, ci sarà sempre qualcuno che penserà per noi, agirà per noi, camperà su di noi. La mia generazione - ragazzi morti... La mia generazione - ...morti per vivere bene. [COMMENTO:] La mia generazione é come un albero dalle radici morte. Viviamo la nostra sconfitta passivamente, senza lacrime. Lontani dal rischio di seguire le nostre convinzioni; Essere noi stessi? NO. Non ce l'ha mai chiesto nessuno. Sarebbe troppo scomodo, troppo doloroso.

Submitted by The Void — Nov 09, 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 Warbringer — Nov 09, 2025

Un peso inutile - un cadavere da occultare per voi é quello che sto diventando. Le bastonate dei vecchi, le umiliazioni a scuola, "servizio sostitutivo" ... un anno a fare lo scarto no, non é servito a niente. Un peso inutile - un cadavere da occultare perché non ho merda da consumare o da produrre, perché non ho imparato a far dei soldi il mio destino, perché non chino la testa ai vostri imperativi. ... e son quello che si trascina dietro miriadi di topi che scappano urlanti dai vostri condomìni. Un peso inutile - un cadavere da occultare e alla fine io scompaio, una riga su un registro murato in un anfratto insieme ai vostri dubbi ...nervi a elastico in tensione, un giorno hanno ceduto. Per i pesi inutili c'é il carcere speciale, "la polvere sotto il tappeto aggiusta la visuale".

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Nov 09, 2025

Cesto,na zalost,nama prekine cak i jednostavni i prirodni osecaj kao sto je dusevni mir, i tako i mi smo umesani u ove vrste masovne histerije, koja nas ne pusti vise u miru niti za trenutak; i nas vodi, iz dana u dan, da sam sebe potcenjivamo, da upropastimo nase zivce, da pretvorimo nase oblicje u jednu sablasnu masku, puna napetosti i bijesa.

Submitted by Finntroll — Nov 09, 2025

Una vita di lavoro, senza soddisfazioni in mezzo a sporche macchine che distruggono il tuo corpo. Morte ai padroni - Ladri e bastardi. Morte ai padroni - Ladri e bastardi. 35 anni di furto legalizzato che bruciano i tuoi sogni, rendendoti impotente. Morte allo Stato - Mafioso e bugiardo. Morte allo Stato - Mafioso e bugiardo. Morte!!! [COMMENTARY:] Masters and slaves representing social normality, like always. Work to fatten a piggish boss and starve your hopes, your will to live. Year by year, age by age... minds reduced to static circuits. WHERE MONEY IS THE ONLY VOICE, PASSIVITY THE ONLY BLOOD AND PLASTIC THE ONLY HAPPINESS.

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Nov 09, 2025

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