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We are would-be saviors Smoke-and-mirror failures And we all have a plan Until we get hit in the face With our useless daydreams I'm no savior I'm no savior I saw a woman fall today But I pretended not to see A desperate man reached out to me Just hid my eyes till he went away Another simply asked me a question They just want to be seen I know I'm guilty I know I'm guilty Because I know that's me I don't hate you I just feel better When you're not around Yeah I see you Yеah I see you While I stare at the ground I don't hatе you I just feel better When you're not around Yeah I see you Yeah I see you While I stare I want bullets bouncing off me Safe from behind the glass I wish I was deep But I'm two feet tall I wish I was stronger I wish I was better than this Sadness with a shelf life I've got empathy until the next light I don't hate you I just feel better When you're not around Yeah I see you Yeah I see you While I stare at the ground I don't hate you I just feel better When you're not around Yes I see you Yeah I see you I've been thinking That I've been drinking Too much of my own Kool-Aid I've been thinking That I've been drinking Too many endorphins I must've left my cape at home It's buried under my opinions Yeah, I wish I was deep But I'm two feet tall I've got bad posture I'm, I'm no savior
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jul 08, 2026
Am I sober? Am I clean? Am I just stuck in this machine? Just like you We are drunk on sweet medicine We are all covered in dirt I'm a cheap trick I am fake lit I am covered in dirt Should I be just like you? Should you be just like me? We are deaf from noise pollution We are high on plastic fumes We are all dope dealers Selling envy on street corners I'm a cheap trick I am fake lit I am covered in dirt I can't I decided I'm not playing today It's not your age So just walk away No more hoops or faded lions This is a circus with no freaks No more poses or fake smiles I think there's something in your teeth It's a counterfeit conspiracy It's all a cheap parlor trick A hollow hand with empty offers This life we share is a gimmick Are we sober? Are we clean? Are we just stuck?
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jul 08, 2026
Your face is not virtue Your affection is deceit Your pride, that's bigotry It's tragedy in a cheap disguise So let's load up on shame So many targets for us to blame For our misery No more fictions, no more flags No more faith, no more pride It's just a game to them So let's load up on shame So many victims for us to blame But keep selling your faith, stay on your side But your imaginary friends and your imaginary lines Have bodycounts Oh, we really picked sides, didn't we? Where's this pride coming from anyway? We didn't really pick sides We are born into this, wе are born We're born that way Pick your gods, pick your sidеs Choose some labels, choose some lines Pick your gods, pick your sides We're selling tickets Yeah, we're selling tickets for the end of time Choose some labels, choose some lines Pick your gods, pick your sides We're selling tickets, we're selling tickets Yeah, we're selling tickets for the end of time Get 'em while they last Good luck So let's set fire to these symbols of pride Someone, someone Get me a match All the books, the books have been lying When the truth has been hiding Because the facts we've been smoking Are broken thoughts that we choke on When they get stuck in the back of our throats No more gods, no more countries No more lines in the sand No more blood, no more blood No more blood on our hands No more gods, no more countries No more pride in our flags No more blood, no more blood No more blood on our hands No more gods No more countries No more blood, no more blood No more blood on—
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jul 08, 2026
She's not dying She's just tired of waiting She'll be just fine She'll be just fine Without us Yeah She's not dying She's tired of trying She'll be just fine Without us Don't wanna see this again, again Don't wanna be this again That's my own blood I've been hiding That's my own blood that I'm denying It's not your fault, it's mine It's not your fault, it's mine The family tree has poor dreams I don't see a happy ending, do you? I don't see a solution, do you? I don't think words will save us, do you? I don't think we'll outrun this, do you? I don't think they even believe us, do you? The sky is falling It's landing on us She'll be fine She'll be fine We'll be dust The words are flying It's not nearly enough No more plans No more plans No more talk She's not dying She's tired of trying She'll be better off without us We'll be dust The sky is falling It's landing on us She'll be fine She'll be fine We'll be dust
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jul 08, 2026
There's a hole in his head Where his life used to be Another stain on the wall Where there used to be impunity With meaning It's too easy And we've seen this before This tragedy porn Let's go back To sticks and stones Get me a knife This should be more fun The guns Aren't working And we know, oh, how this ends There's a hole in the ground Where her lifе used to be Another stain on thе wall But she's under the sea Let's go back To sticks and stones Get me a knife This should be more fun The guns Aren't working And we know, another shitty ending But we don't dare have this conversation 'Cause that would be dangerous This isn't the time or place for that Plenty of prayers to keep us fat I'm fresh out of philosophy I'm fresh out of conspiracy The more I see, the less I feel The more I dream The more I dare dream The more I dare dream The bigger the pill There's a hole Where his life used to be Another stain on the wall Where there used to be impunity Let's go back To sticks and stones The guns Aren't working
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jul 08, 2026
Told what to buy while they all steal Made to hustle for my next meal Told to work while being broke Told to speak while being choked Let's hide in bars instead of factories Let's pick our scars for our amusement You stay inside the lines While they adjust the picture All these things we get to own All these things we get to own They own you too Do you think there's a winner? Do you think it's you? We're clever rats following a flute Ah, it's too much, it's too much It's never enough Why do we lie all the time? Honor me, love me, buy me Just don't see me Do you think there's a winner? Do you think it's you? Do you think there's a winner? It's not you There's no truth to be found When you look in the mirror No truth to be found No winner Why do we lie all the time? Honor me, love me, buy me Just don't see me Don't see me It's too much It's too much It's never enough
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jul 08, 2026
Say hello to yesterday While you were sleeping, we all got played They build you a cage and they call it a kingdom They step on your neck and call it freedom They reach out a hand just to pick your pockets Stealing rights with empty promises So say hello to yesterday They trample women and they make you pray While they pick your books and your history This doesn't feel like freedom to me We are idly watching as the past invades The slippery slope, the slippery slope is now a cliff Your devotion is a lunatic sport Your conviction is a lunatic sport Your choices have been made for you And your voice is a tiny echo With eyes to the sky and over your shoulder I'm going to listen to the devil instead To the devil instead I'm going to listen to the devil instead Your body is not your body And your mind is not your own Your body Your mind Is not your own...
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jul 08, 2026