Dead Brain Cells

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Life's a game that I can't play There's got to be a better way I think I'll kill myself today This is the end My death will stick in your mind I'll find a nice public place for my corpse I'll get my attention in a way that won't fail I'll make you pay for something you didn't do

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025

Negative Reinforcement Your mind is made of clay To be molded into anything they want You live a life of pain, humiliation and hell But you'd better believe in God Don't step out of line or you'll find it hurts To try to be what you want Just keep your mouth shut and Conform to the crowd Is what you're really being taught Don't try to reason, they're too old Their job's to make you fit the mold Complete submission is their goal Do as you're told Don't let them win they'll fuck your life To see you scared is what they like To be your self is not a crime Fight for your right They try to run your life They think they've got the right To train you like a dog The game they play is called God

Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025

M.I.A. Delivered by night to a foreign jungle Fighting a war you don't understand Intense, It's kill or be killed Who are you fighting for? Scared, your mind is in shock This is no drill, the threat is for real Run, there's no where to hide You're better off dead than captured alive Ambushed at night, a bloody massacre You're still alive, the lucky ones died Intense is the pain of our wounds Who were you fighting against? You won't be living for the rest of your life Missing in action, say good-bye to your wife You've got chains on for the rest of your life You keep hoping for rescue But they'll never arrive As years go by Thoughts of escape have left your mind You've come to accept your sentence Of life in this prison of vines Don't think of home It only makes it that much worse They torture flesh But it's your mind that really hurts

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025

The Terrorist Mind The terrorist mind is like a machine He'll do it - no questions are asked If he's to succeed, they've got to Make him believe that killing And bombing's a blast He's brainwashed to believe that he Has a cause for his nation and himself He's trained to kill and maim those Who pose no threat to his nation or himself The terrorist mind is like a machine He'll do it - no questions are asked If he's to succeed, they've got to Make him believe that killing And bombing's a blast Many injured, many dead their Mangled bodies filled with lead An airport, a crowded street A public place is all you need Car bombs, hi-jacks Shooting people in their backs Kidnap, bomb threat You make demands you'll never get.

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 26, 2025

The Vice Out on the streets, your life's a mess You're feeling lonely and depressed He'll hit you when you're down and out He's a man who knows what you're about He injects you with his deadly drug You've got to have it in your blood You want more but it's not free So you sell your soul It's the only thing you've got Too late, you're trapped in his vicious circle He's got a hold on you You can't escape, you need his drug To keep you alive - but that's not true Deeper and deeper you sink into his darkness It's the drug that pulls you down Up to your neck and losing air It's hard to breathe You're about to drown It's time to stop and think about Where the problem lies Just think back to how it all started And I think you'll realize

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025

Trauma X Hereditary pain passed on for generations A genetic disorder no drug can correct Relentless abuse of mind and body Your children will pay for your wretched youth To hear an infant's cry Triggers inbred hate Destroy the source of irritation The children you once made The cries are getting louder It won't listen to your threats Frustration leads to violence The louder that it gets It must be taught a lesson One it won't forget Black eyes, battered bones, brutal blows Anger displaced to the innocent Bashed head, almost dead, breathing low You can't hide this little incident

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 26, 2025