Cycle of Zero

This world I know approaches its absolute… turning point As a man crawls away from his grave Strangers welcome into our High-Tech Age… into my self-preserving days! I have fought for many reasons I have lost myself into this reason Condemned, perhaps for the last time Countdown, my second last ride! Just keep those eyes closed and watch another "man" arise Transformed, he doesn't feel at all I'm planting the seeds of life, the steel acts like flesh it-self Allowing the dead to rise again! Upgrading man with steel Countdown, my second last ride! He doesn't feel at all My sweet unhuman beings. Under the blackened skies, through the nightmares they'll come for you My sweet unhuman beings This feelings growing, I'm reborn and my body is showing a new life It's here for me 100 years and you shall see I have fought for many reasons, in my selfpreserving days And this is my personal… turning point My wireless way of saying I love myself to death My sweet unhuman beings!

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025

Cross your heart and hope to die? These are the words and your lies Goddamn this night and your brand-new world Where is the flame that burns still bright? I spent one hour dying hard, I pushed and shoved until I cried Not because of you or the world I've seen A little crack in the sky, so bright, reveals the truth of useless time I'm just so lost without you all, my wasted years of denial Wake up the angels inside you, invite the demon that loves us all Goddamn this mind that is full of hate, ride my everlasting war Tell me what to do, I have trained myself for you Through the flames of hell, suffered inside my shell Shot cold so many times, I have lived among your lies Through the flames of hell, suffered inside my shell Wake up the dead besides you, invite the fire that greets us warm Goddamn these needles that take me away, ride my everlasting war A little crack in the sky, so bright, reveals the truth of useless time I'm just so lost without you all

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025

A violent aftertaste, these cuts, and scars from yesterday Greetings from one who's raging, ripping it's way out of it's cage I got so high on power as the adrenaline feeds the beast No use to struggle with yourself, cut your halo The taste of battles fought, and this losing ground Are just my cuts and scars from yesterday? I just can't stop it; the adrenaline feeds the beast inside of me Listen to one who is raging, ripping it's way out of your cage You fought so hard against it all Now your little heart feeds your loser god No use to struggle with yourselves, let my knife guide you A violent aftertaste, these cuts, and scars from yesterday 1000 tales to tell, nightmares and dreams No use to struggle with yourself, cut your halo Some battles fought, some wins to come In this world of pain

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 26, 2025

Wandering through the nations I get this weird hallucination – that I'm alright? Detaching from the patience This is my lack of concentration The cycle of zero There is No other place to go This is The cycle of zero My way!!! No other place to go – and I feel fine! Searching all the places I place myself before them all – and that is so sweet Retarted from the patience This is my triumph of concentrations – I am a trophy of gods Then one day I stare, I stare at the sun and There is no-one to see that I'm gone One day I gaze at the moon And there is no-one to judge what I've done … I found this before you… … I found this before you… Detaching from the patience This is my lack of concentration – and I feel fine! Wandering through the nations I place myself before them all – I'm on my way Then one day I stare at the sun and There is no-one to see that I'm gone One day I gaze, I gaze at the moon And there is no-one to judge what I've done … I found this before you… … I found this before you…

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025

A traveler from another dimension, he was forced to live his life-sentence He climbed at the top of the clouds; fell again, 5 miles south of heaven And now they want to be his friends… again And now they are lending their helping hands… to him (It's not that easy) This is a time for reckoning He saw his life of form of cunning words – that day he struck a nerve And claim the throne by falling down to hell – 5 miles south of heaven Now they want to be on his side again He has come to claim, what belongs to you You don't want to waste your breath on him Tim rules the throne and it's time for reckoning And now they want to be his friends… again He has come to claim the gift that belongs to you – it's time for Tim to claim the first place Now he's the master of the skies Absolute, power gone wrong You don't want to waste your breath on him Tim rules the throne and it's time for reckoning Now they want to be on his side again He has come to claim, what belongs to you You don't want to waste your breath on him Tim rules the throne and it's time for reckoning

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 26, 2025

"Escaping reality as we shatter down in pieces Oh, and the way we struggle for the throne must come to an end As those who are under its spell" This heritage of life itself, it will not come for free And all this time we wonder how, just how can we make them the same The same old tale just passed us by, this tale "that is not real" In the form of slugs, it truly speaks… And this is how I feel. Like 7.62 – I'm loading myself… with 7.62 Please try to hide all your real intentions and all those wasted ideas The dead shall march on and on this portrait of our dreams The same old man just passed us by, they say "this cannot be real" In the form of slugs, they truly speak… and this is how they feel Like 7.62 – I'm loading myself… with 7.62 Oh, how I feel, remains of a mankind so scarred and their losing ideas...

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025

I tried to say, he's in misery Just the one, oh my lonely one Another mirror, another reflection He died today, and I tried to say Just a word, he was the last one of us Another time, another reaction Help us to find away to tear down this cradle A man darkened by god himself Regrets are wounds and I know just what they're made of Sunshine warming all but one… please let him go There was a time, he walked the line, easy path, shortcut, don't be last! Another route, another direction. I tried to say, he would die today Help us to find away to tear down this cradle A man darkened out by god himself Regrets are wounds and I know just what they're made of Sunshine warming all but one… please let him go Help us to find away to tear down this cradle A man darkened by god himself Regrets are wounds and I know just what they're made of Sunshine warming all but one…

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025

My mind says no, but the flesh is too weak I could have left and walked away, but I'm afraid I'm not that strong Where should we start, how about from the end? Why not leave? No! After all, I want you to feel the same. Gripping your pillow tight, six ways to keep me away But if you fail to use them all, I'm there, and I'm willing to stay You built me an early grave, and part of me it died I buried you deep inside of my heart, next to our weeping willow tree Search hard, and you might find this endless guilt that rapes your mind You should have just walked away, I'm glad I'm not that strong Gripping your pillow tight, six ways to keep me away But if you fail to use them all, I'm there, and I'm willing to stay Where should we start, how about from the end? Why not leave? No! After all, I want you to feel the same. Gripping your pillow tight, six ways to keep me away But if you fail to use them all, I'm there, and I'm willing to stay

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 26, 2025

A rainy Sunday night, a little man still fights… Hey, please! His on his knees He trated god for gold, and his master got his soul… won't you see! While he bleeds… He doesn't want to feel, what has become too real, he fails a sleep… in devil's arms The earth's crust opens up, the end justifies the means… god for gold What you see, is how they'll bleed, all for one and one for all A pile of ash on the ground, he's gone there is not a sound... This cannot be… "We had a deal?!" He traded god for gold, now his master got his soul… but can't you see! While he bleeds… Another tomorrow, growing greed – lost his life for useless dream! He doesn't want to feel, what has become too real, he fails a sleep… in devil's arms What you see, is how they'll bleed, all for one and one for all

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 26, 2025