Grave Human Genuine
"still we paint and model to make the complex clear"
Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 25, 2025
Let the dice roll A random aspect to receive Leave the beaten track Chaos as a constant There's no valid system But still one key you hide inside A forty letters maxim The artwork illustrates How painters climbed the ladder to understand Break this crust apart from the inside For too long you've been controlled by dogmas Hagridden by facts full of lies A turning web of trivialities Quit, scorn, bum, change this daily grind Stereotype thorns in the flesh But you don't mind... Bugging vibes Grating pipes Condemn the veiled trash And don't give a shit about its hype ... Sorry, "Maybes and Wannabes" ... you suck!!! Faded flies in amber we are The adornment of the unveiled Madness grinding harmony If you only tried to recover dreams you've tainted Prophet-rhymes foresee Make a plea No sunset for the depraved... Sink down in a hole To see how little you've gained And how vast the unattained Time is shifting Ripping at the base What lingers fades out at last And what leaves you cold is dead May I never be dead again Listen! I don't believe that walls would never cede In mind I shift them Ninety degrees to create a paradoxum Well, I mean ...an open frame Inflamed delirium Somehow I know you'd feel the same Whining doesn't help building bridges Cross the borders of perception Blow your golden cage Turn the page There's beauty in unexpected places Leave the pile Once in a while You'll hear a voice Bringing quintessence: There is an inspiration that is so strong I run, I run, I run HUMAN WILL Faded flies in amber we are The adornment of the unveiled Once again they smashed over miles Too many hours cured by chessmen I won't any longer agree Could there be anything left? Smirking ones try to fake my tongue But hey... I don't think you'll keep me under control Corrupt your hole Tired friend, ...join the band We won't pretend healing Therefore mesmerize
Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 25, 2025
"You're a mysterious human being for all your vitality turned in on yourself and maybe I have never attempted to understand you..." I don't trust in the sweet silence snakes revealed their very virulence take me for sick save me from mine it comes closer my thorns entwine in that mania it grows stronger I am tired of self-test hunger take a spoon now just taste my spine crunch it slowly its taste to refine Once I've been a happy clown but my smile turned upside down just like one and two make three I corrupted irony I'm the one whose name I bear hang around and just don't care unsure how to live among all these tender psycho-drones How I long for ancient dawns crazy sessions at the bar self-destructing therapy intoxicated ecstasy progress filled the open space Murphy's law in any case How could I dare to leave the children? why could I never keep hold of your arms, ...of your dreams? what wrong has happiness done to me, my friend? None! (I never saw the lie) Why the silence? How could I dare to leave the children? why could I never keep hold of your arms, ...of your dreams? I will never be the sort of a special friend I could never let you go, not until the end (how could I dare?) Do my fingers jam around for a distant sun? Will I ever be complete, leave the sick undone? What wrong has happiness done to me, my friend? None! I will never be the sort of a special friend I could never let you go, not until the end Do my fingers jam around for a distant sun? Will I ever be complete, leave the sick undone? Who made the lion mild that day? I lost it all along the way builded castles in the sky never saw the lie first laughter, then again depressed first being sure, then confused Am I the snake slowly squeezing my own neck tighter? Remember the promise you have made How could I dare to leave the children? why could I never keep hold of your arms, ...of your dreams? I will never be the sort of a special friend I could never let you go, not until the end (how could I dare?) Do my fingers jam around for a distant sun? Will I ever be complete, leave the sick undone? My time is slipping away leaving the city behind take a close-up of comfort in evidence Goodbye old friend, goodbye I don't trust in the sweet silence snakes revealed their very virulence take me for sick save me from mine it comes closer my thorns entwine
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 25, 2025
Dream: See how curious we are when we dream Analyzing the fragments of an anatomy's experience Imagine your wishes forlorn Lonely flights over winding bridges With a melody inside I am drifting far beyond my home In a final thinking hour Occupied by those who sleep A cosmic trip so tight and deep Sub-dream: A lonesome stone at my hands The Milky Way inside my spinal cord Rainbow-colored eyes Scarlet red achievers A pay-per-view moment of a metamorphosis in mind That is why we all pay the ceiling Approaching the sun Approaching as one A lonesome stone at my hands Scarlet red achievers Drenched to the skin I am I've never dreamt a dream within a dream ...can't I wake? Sub-dream level two: All pain was of my sinning All sins a part of mine Mine the disclaimer of regret Mine unholy shrines Mine were the fingermarks on every brooded wrong The hate that fumed behind each envious tongue Mine every greed and lust Mine denying altered crust Malicious-joy my bitter wine And even scorn the mine...
Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 25, 2025
Intension: Lay down these habits of a vanished past forget them for a while and quit too many hours cursed by false lies enough of modest advices cause first and foremost I decide Intervention: Shallow clones performing copies of a copy faces swirling into semblance I think it's only human to appreciate... who nailed man to laterally masking attitudes? who nailed man to envy? Intuition: Am I sleeping in between the right and left halves of your brain? ...just open wide and set me free Am I sleeping?
Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 25, 2025
This track is instrumental.
And now I am free of you Lying in a flower bed, forlorn The clashes are down I come apart at the seams I've seen the wild horse running While looking in your eyes Instead of bright crescendoes The stalemate hangs us high I stare into the mino Staring at what looks like me All signs point to be alone again The forbidden fruit at his hands A sudden waste Why? I need time to count the things that went wrong Time on my own Made for idly caring days I'll have the scars and you the memories Until I give vent to my auger Jealousy... The speculative nature of jealousy Silent fact of lust Greed for the lost Or simply a sign of affection One term will remain The domino effect stays the same My dreams are coming again Coming again They're coming again A lonesome pleasure kidding with melancholy Clinking glasses tell me I matter Abashing black and white Keep the nails out of mine Out of mine These rainy days are yours to keep I'll better fade away I need to find some way out Someway to make me stay I need time to count the things that went wrong Time on my own Made for idly caring days I"ll have the scars and you the memories Until I give vent to my anger My fingers harvest the dark A winding confession glides along my bones You seemed to play by the rules But somehow it turned out to be more difficult Don't take me for a freak Don't fool me any longer Take the memories with you And enjoy them when you feel down One term will remain The domino effect stays the same My dreams will revive Coming again They're coming again (Am I free? Am I free? Am I free?) I need to be wanted And want to be needed Alone I get out of hand I'm tired of giving my love to you Tired of the stupid things I do I'm tired of getting nothing in return Tired of being unable To learn
Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 25, 2025
I am the breeze along a blue horizon as for you, you're just a child praying by a pale rainbow fading so silently I am the echo of colour and shape, a multi-coloured painting as for you, you're a random number on the wall of camouflages a lonely ghost of the past a pale memory in a frame composed of lies You're a name in the sand but the waves washed it away as for myself, I have to water the martyrs' flowers You're just a note in the book of life as for myself, I leave a footprint on the beach of eternity Sometimes when all the offences apparently fade I retreat into my shell my cocoon Sometimes when all the industrious enviers hitting the ground of superfluity I disclaim Sometimes when all the abnormal beauty reminds me of what I am living for I pray Sometimes when all the eternal moments collide I arise inhale a breeze of my enigma Let the signs become clear clock's ticking it is time may the last message near It is time it is for tomorrow
Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 25, 2025