Life's Built on Thoughts
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 Cyberwaste — Nov 09, 2025
PUNISH ME ... Suppressed remonstrances, a sorrowful sunset, the extinction of my sectarian infestation. Empty squares, slivers of vitreous collisions left on this afflicted ground. Channelled fear controlled by mechanized steps, the word "LAW" becomes a synonim of "DEATH". PUNISH ME.
Submitted by Warbringer — 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 Nargaroth — Nov 09, 2025
Fights/plans ... bursts into my room. Trapped in this bed - "health reasons" ... 21 wasted years. Problems - suspended. ... my friends forgot me. Life - sad game that can't be won. ----------Unrestrainable----------
Submitted by SerpentEve — Nov 09, 2025
Another day passed in fear.
Submitted by SerpentEve — Nov 09, 2025
Suffered characters engraved in my nerves. Don't ask me the reason ... Verify: my conflict goes on, I assert my rights. I ASSERT MY RIGHTS - Disconnection. I ASSERT MY RIGHTS - Separation. I ASSERT MY RIGHTS - Violation. I ASSERT MY RIGHTS - Usurpation.
Submitted by The Void — Nov 09, 2025
Miniaturized eden: post-working gratification. Unchained perversion imprisoned in a silent bedroom. Miniaturized eden: the short triumph of our screwed working-classes.
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Nov 09, 2025
Prisons: the cause of these hysterical masses. Everyday we live personally obberies,disagreements,discussions. Everyday we have to face common prejudices, everyday we have to suffer wrongs.... We're imprisoned in factories, offices, schools... wasting our time like animals in captivity.
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Nov 09, 2025
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Who has decided this way? I can't scream ... stuck-throat. A natural image - a stabbing pain in my sad soul. Two separated warm hands, then a look behind a pane, then a wet presence on my face, then the silence of my narcotic world ... Who has decided this way? I can't sleep ... I'm so alone. I visualize your face - and I think that my life's gone. Firstly I see your tearful eyes then the barred doors of a train I don't think about suicide - 'coz I know, we'll meet again. IN THIS WORLD CAN'T EXIST A GOD. SPIRITUAL MASOCHISM SLIT THIS THROAT. IT'S A SORT OF SELF-EXCITEMENT ... A MACABRE REPERTORY UNDER MY MODEST CLOTHES. I think about all those days brushing against my old cicatrixes I try to go back ... to conventionality. But I think it's so unfair ... I can't give a fuck. A bitter shit to swallow, living in costant hate.
Submitted by johnmansley — Nov 09, 2025
The eternal wall,the populated solitude. Imposed mortificaion-Imposed mortification Selected method to win my essence.
Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Nov 09, 2025
Era l'ultima cosa che dovevi imparare. Scansare il tuo sguardo dal mio, non incontrare piu' i miei occhi, che sono capaci di guardare dietro ai tuoi. Ora sei perfetta. Tutti sono contenti di te. Ti stai realizzando. Peccato che non esista piu' alcun pensiero nella tua testa. Consumare, eliminare, scopare-venire, dormire... e' la tua vita. Forse anche i sogni hanno abbandonato la tua camera ... Ti odio. Non provo una semplice antipatia nei tuoi confronti: il mio e' odio brutale, omicida. E' acido solforico sputato sui tuoi occhi. Ho paura di te. Penso che un giorno sarai tra di loro. La mia vita dipendera' dai tuoi interessi. Costretto ad accettare le tue decisioni volute dalla maggioranza. Costretto a mangiare la tua merda per farti star meglio. Costretto a passare notti insonni abbandonato dai miei sogni, credo che ti daro' la mia vita. Meglio esser fatto di carne morta che di plastica.
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Nov 09, 2025
More frustrations - Cells... agape... without... drugs. More frustrations - Eyes... bloodstained... without... tears. More frustrations - Perversions... satisfied... without... sex. More frustrations - More... frustrations... less... shit. My frustrations... make me think. My frustrations... teach me how to live.
Submitted by Pestilence — Nov 09, 2025
Take Me Away
Submitted by BloodShrine — Nov 09, 2025
Lovely eyes. Offensive mistification. Visual provocation.A false mind against a devastated puberty.
Submitted by Finntroll — Nov 09, 2025
A bled,faded woman dressed in black, a barrier of cement - your cadaveric paper-smiles. - We can't be on overtime. - We can't be on overtime. Baseless problems giving more and more discontent; and you present your nationalist ideology as "a simple solution to the deep economic crisis". I look upon myself: "We can't unleash our words". Why? I look upon myself: "We can't overstep the mark settled by our exasperation". Why? In reality racism and nazism are nothing else but violence, oppression and systemised prejudice. - We can't be on overtime. - We can't be on overtime.
Submitted by NecroGod — Nov 09, 2025