Conflict of Interest
the creation of thoughts a process which never ends our life guided by an idea a construction of a plan in the end just a goal soon clearance reaches my mind the stone rolled up the hill one inch to... failed In the Labyrinth of life The individual in it's hive all that remains just an illusion in the end what stays, confusion A quest entrailed by a god, a task with no solution nobody realized that's that core of our life an aim can be reached but our live consists of many every aim is it worth, the final goal is an illusion a plan creeps in my mind walls of logic are destroyed feelings (are) starting to rule my life a life of another kind reason should give the guiding line the senses are the other side none of them should be dominat the balance could be mine In the Labyrinth of life The individual in it's hive all that remains just an illusion in the end what stays, confusion A quest entrailed by a god, a task with no solution nobody realized that's that core of our life an aim can be reached but our live consists of many every aim is it worth, the final goal is an illusion
Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 24, 2025
in the beauty of your eyes unblanked your deceit lurks the point were my mercy dies I'm sure my spell it works curse, curse, cursed you are if it's jealousy, I don't care curse, curse, cursed you are are you suffering? I don't care curse, curse, cursed you are I execrate you, I swear curse, curse, cursed you are no love left you can share Your emotions I desecrate I bring you to your lunacy perdition will be your fate I leave you in agony curse, curse, cursed you are if it's jealousy, I don't care curse, curse, cursed you are are you suffering? I don't care curse, curse, cursed you are I execrate you, I swear curse, curse, cursed you are no love left you can share
Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 24, 2025
"Elisabetha.... Elisabetha.... This is the tale of The Blood Countess of Transylvania 15 years old she realized her true ambitions, inflicting pain soon carnal desires called for their fullfillment black magic was the key after becoming romantically involved with a black-clad stranger her mouth showed telltale signs of blood for the first time." Come to me my sweet young gal I need your service for my joy follow me to your little hell nothing to scare or annoy come through this gate see my toys they are your fate welcome to my torture chamber this will be your dismember I'll take the liquid out of you your virgin blood will be mine Black Magic is what I master My Darkness is that what will shine My beauty will stop to face for my ointment you are the source The shrivelled skin will disappear my beauty returns with my force "Elisabetha... you are the countries course your cruelty is divine of calls upon the gods my course is that I can't kill you you will be prisioned for eternity." you trapped me in this rotting cage my blood burns for revenge I'll bring your pain to another stage I'll raise myself to your bench you won't flee my magic grip your heart will be what I rip I'll grab your spirit out of you annihilation that's what I'll do I'll take the liquid out of you your virgin blood will be mine Black Magic is what I master My Darkness is that what will shine My beauty will stop to face for my ointment you are the source The shrivelled skin will disappear my beauty returns with my force
Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 24, 2025
Mankind's nature isn't free guidelines for hypocrisy decisions for a greater will fate just another mighty thrill in the core of our mind we are nothing more than blind our highest aim is just control cruelty the protocol freedom of mind a desireable state a humans spirit reaching the borders a will spreading until the gate a limit just built up by orders witchcraft the scourge of hell it's your trial it's your crucible your freedom adoreable the trial it's your crucible the crucible the scourge of hell cast upon us the bibles curse free will condemned like a sin of death the churchs cage, all became worse the religious fire stole our breath witchcraft the scourge of hell it's your trial it's your crucible your freedom adoreable the trial it's your crucible the crucible the scourge of hell
Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 24, 2025
All God's children need travelling shoes Drive your problems from here All good people read good books Now your conscience is clear I hear you talk girl Now your conscience is clear In the morning I wipe my brow Wipe the miles away I like to think I can be so willed And never do what you say I'll never hear you And never do what you say Look my eyes are just holograms Look your love has drawn red from my hands From my hands you know you'll never be More than twist in my sobriety More than twist in my sobriety More than twist in my sobriety We just poked a little pie For the fun people had at night Late at night don't need hostility The timid smile and pause to free I don't care about their different thoughts Different thoughts are good for me Up in arms and chaste and whole All God's children took their toll Look my eyes are just holograms Look your love has drawn red from my hands From my hands you know you'll never be More than twist in my sobriety More than twist in my sobriety More than twist in my sobriety Cup of tea, take time to think, yea Time to risk a life, a life, a life Sweet and handsome Soft and porky You pig out 'til you've seen the light Pig out 'til you've seen the light Half the people read the papers Read them good and well Pretty people, nervous people People have got to sell News you have to sell Look my eyes are just holograms Look your love has drawn red from my hands From my hands you know you'll never be More than twist in my sobriety More than twist in my sobriety More than twist in my sobriety
Submitted by johnmansley — Nov 07, 2025
Now the road is paved enough blood is spilled the path is gone...my fate fulfilled the gate in front of my eyes where sweet salvation lies I always had to play along the cruel game it's over now... no remorse, no fame but the end is mine My spirit's rising my mind is falling my soul is burning sweet salvation The flames are licking at my shanks pain screams through my mortal body there's my tortured soul there's my evil spirit Fanatic greeds stands in their eyes as my body turns to ashes and my soul is free the evil spirit is now ours
Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 24, 2025
In this world full of winded corridors cities like maces, towers like thorns I'm not my master, not at all cursed thoughts lead me to my fall Broken thoughts broken dreams broken hearts this realm of darkness, is this my reward? Darkness is falling, over my mind my burning eyes are, deadly blind now there's nothing like it seem all illusions, only dreams
Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 24, 2025