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The body's been dead not seven days, you've already fucked it a hundred ways Stiffer than some but more willing than most "if this is your idea of some kind of joke..." You can teach your razorblade a thing or two about suicide Now cross your heart and wash these sheets You're going to wake the whole fucking street Let's get this thing off the nearest bridge And i know you didn't mean to Sweetheart you never mean to I know you never meant to But you did

Submitted by Morgoth — Feb 26, 2026

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You bought their lines and you staked their trail, followed their moves to the last detail And all that they sold you was death, on the five year plan And left you to rot in their promised land And what made you think that the life on the screen could be you? No returns for your broken dreams when you get it home and it's not what it seems This is not the promised land

Submitted by Morgoth — Feb 26, 2026

Five times in the mirror and there you are. staring dead ahead with the virgins eyes. its tearing me apart. i can't control my actions. and i can't control my thoughts. and when i see the things you've done. it makes me fucking hot. all in crimson. bathed in blood. your secrets burning a hole through my heart. liberties with the flesh. a statue never bled like this. crimes. crimes against the skin. and im both feet in. i know its wrong. i know its wrong now bring it on

Submitted by Morgoth — Feb 26, 2026

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Got cut, along the line. got cut, and opened wide. and opened wide. and opened wide Got cut, right where the people come out. took a scalpel to my doubts I found the glitch and pulled it out Diffused the timebomb They cut the right wire when they cut the white wire With no apologies to hypothetical tragedies Got cut, one less heart to break. one less mind to rape One less victim, one less grave You'll never have my eyes. you'll never blame my hands One less victim, one less grave

Submitted by Morgoth — Feb 26, 2026

Two thousand years and you've got me convinced it was me that nailed you to that cross. and your friends down here below. they'd like to make me think that it was me who threw the first stone. the fuckup who can never atone. no i won't carry your cross. its not mine to bear. the holes in your hands are your own. the ones in my head are mine to repair. assualt me with your guilt parade. drag me down with your guilt parade. drag your misery through the streets. make it mine. and tell me when my guilt is enough. sufficient enough to cover the cost (the rising cost) of my salvation in your eyes. your salvation. my damnation. spit blood in the face of your tradition. whos the martyr and whos the roman here in your sick fantasy? who goes first in your guilt parade? whos on first in your guilt parade? be the hero, be the martyr - i'll throw the first stone all over again. bury you. bury you. history will bury you alive. (absolve me)

Submitted by Morgoth — Feb 26, 2026

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Hand over mouth. whites of the eyes. these scars will heal just in time for summer. for killing season. when your old man gets home to criminal disarray you tell him icarus was here today. whatever gets you through the night. i never said that this was right. for everything you never said, for everything you never did. no roses on an unmade bed. i never said that any of this was safe and clean. when your old man gets home tell him sisyphus was right. the myth is real. you get to the top. the rock falls down the other side. again and again. and its all for naught. these scars will heal but we never will...so what separates us from animals again? whites of the eyes. its in the whites of the eyes. hand over mouth. whites of the eyes. these scars will heal and your just in time. just in time. just in time for killing season

Submitted by Morgoth — Feb 26, 2026

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