Over the Under
(Kirk Windstein, Phil Anselmo) All felt is hope To spilling over needs are a passing memory Fear not worthy Belief A martyr's burden Heaved upon capable shoulders Dissuade your charge Arrive in commonplace with the elect Size up the furthest plateau Inside the soul of saints... The old dog has to learn a new trick and more Or the next trick will be on him I've drank the oceans dry I've stopped the time Embraced the riddle of regret (again and again) Desire Haunt me long The light of 3 suns and one star Watch over me... A square will never fit a circle No hope No joke Both bookends burned I've drowned in oceans (of) mine I woke the dead And still the dry bones live again (And again with me) Desire Haunt me long The light of 3 suns and one star No higher Keeps us strong The light of 3 suns and one star... Watching over me In me... watching closely over me In we... moving within you and me In deep... our own ideology In me... X-Ray hanged for all to see Naked... Frenzied and we're free Our own ideology...
Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 24, 2025
(Phil Anselmo, Rex Brown) Crawling... to the path of the righteous Crawling... to you again, to you again Crawling... up then down a mountain Crawling... then up again, then up again Could you ever admit to yourselves That you must walk in the light of the blessed? No invited To cry out loud I'm a brother Stone cold truth Love and suffer (The) Siamese-cult Held divided So I trudge on Now Could you ever admit to yourselves That you must walk in the light of the blessed? Not invited To cry out loud I'm a brother Stone cold true Love and suffer (The) Siamese-cult Held divided So I trudge on Eyes wide to reality Crawling... to the path of the righteous Crawling... to you again Eyes wide to reality Crawling... up then down a mountain Then up again Eyes wide to reality Crawling... I'm crawling To you
Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 24, 2025
(Kirk Windstein, Pepper Keenan) Sick of a sickness A reoccuring nightmare of Convulsing through slow temple dance Liberation requiem Stamped out curriculum Oh that doppleganger laughing (manifesting wings) The dark side... Drop trip... Lost on a trip No acid can supply Because L.S.D. ain't what it used to be (for me) Inside of dead weight standing Speaking with authority Black smoke is swirling upward masking The dark side Misanthropy skin deep The dark side (We) the children of extremes The dark side Will warn a fool indeed That dark side You'll have to carry that weight You fight You will fight Against the strands So ill advised The dark side Misanthropy skin deep The dark side (We) the children of extremes The dark side Will warn a fool indeed The dark side You'll have to carry that weight I fight Occasional live/alternate (demo) lyrics Attempt to hold us, In swelling venting lair Convulsing through St. Vitus dance Obsess in requiem, For you the door induced The phantom's killer from the low souls The dark side, the dark side Drop Trip Six in a hole, in the sleeping villiage lie Crossing a brige or to be going I did hear every stare, benefit a mountain top Oh that smell is serph tongue laughing (spreads his lyrics) In the gloom, of a half moon The needle and the spoon Boy you will carry that weight Outside, Dragon Time A criminal, a daily climb In the gloom, of a half moon The needle and the spoon Boy you will carry that weight Outside, Snowblind A criminal, a day in the life When we're all free men, I'll see the world through Southern, man's eyes man's eyes man's eyes man's eyes I'll Fight, You say you want a revolution I'll Fight, You say you want a revolution I will fight, I will fight, and carry that weight You say you want a revolution, You say you want a revolution I will fight, I will fight, and carry that weight I will fight Against the strands so ill advised We'll never know when Someday will bring our own (sudden)... last time I will fight... you say you want a revolution? I will fight... and carry that weight
Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 24, 2025
(Pepper Keenan, Phil Anselmo) All scorn me A monster should be feared Witch hunt blame Regret and damn the day I scream Fallen leaves From the same family tree Wind blown halves Regret is all that's left... all that's left Words cut deeply (There is) no secrecy So long since seeing My lifetime appealing The two are not healing I cannot help feeling regret... regret Reflecting on our memories... We know the pains of living... And I know he's seeing both of we Regret he would not want to be I scream...
Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 24, 2025
(Kirk Windstein, Pepper Keenan, Phil Anselmo) Be something that amounts to nothing the threat a wrecking ball plowing through our karma we have no confident voice in our ears for tonight exist in memory (the) only headline (chorus) We have been through change, by the season of the storms it's irony, the cleansing except eccentric faith, to need religion to sit high among the elect On march the Saints There's no such thing as a good time for bad luck as minutes turn to distressed fragmented moments reading lips unable to hear the talk partake no tangible out in tomorrow (chorus) We have seen the change, from the season of the storms it's irony, the cleansing with all our lives at stake, from at rest to present are sitting high, among the elect On march the Saints MARCH
Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 24, 2025
(Pepper Keenan) Close the door Lay in bed Cigarette Aching head Never try... you either do it Or don't waste your time Frustration Out patient Hand-cuffed man To himself Navigate slowly A step at a time Towards the law Never try... you either do it Or don't waste your life Shreds of life Eyes cried dry Touch no-thing Burned outright Navigate slowly A step at a time Towards the law Never try... you either do it Or don't waste my time
Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 24, 2025
(Pepper Keenan) Hotel room of doom I can't find a clue Confusion, broken hearted woe Sheets and pillows soaked My telephone seems broken I'm calling crucified Blacklisted no reply BE MY EYES Stole my sight But not my heart I miss my 2nd home (Your) adopted son doth mourn Sermon served in praise In a sacred empty space Pit no ones sorrows against your own Seven days in vain The last three spent enflamed (in prayer) I stand crucified As they're stricken blind BE MY EYES Stole my sight But not my heart Mising the lone state home My blood runs cold I Mourn
Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 24, 2025
(Pepper Keenan, Phil Anselmo) Setting sail From a crushed rooftop Fathoms deep Shallow as a raindrop Attempt to feel 20/20 now React like gasoline Cornered by a house Fire You can't come clean beneath the tides of the washout Cut from the filthy cloth A sucking wound left in our chests Being burned around the heart The boil under your flesh Hidden at home Chasing a tucked tail now Acting on the instinct Of self haphazard yet You can't come clean beneath the tides of the washout The shaving down In milligrams With a gun in your hand Directionless Memories Of combat on your head Rain can't soak what is not there The first thrill Demands another Consequence The trigger of the operative Playing Russian Roulette with a full chamber Miserable outcome One and the same You can't come clean beneath the tides of the washout
Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 24, 2025
(Pepper Keenan) I try... when there is no such thing And hide... rejecting Yet still the pain goes on Reaching for a handful... Countdown... From the inside looking... out And building...
Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 24, 2025
(Pepper Keenan) Been to this place before An excavation Scrawling a name again Touch stony face restored Can't read the name Collapsible fingertips Weeping within the hot of desert weeps To brood within the skull of wax and time Taking no step alone until you can Crying on the downed stones By handfuls you will build a pillamyd Lust in the vessel head Working with slaves Dust in the eyes of men Offer nocturnal prayer Alter ablaze Magik obtained Deciphering pain Moving inside you when you seem asleep Influence all to step beyond the gate When you're slipping in preservative Hydro-glyphic downed stones By handfuls you will build a pillamyd A pillamyd built The pillamyd guilt... inside It's etched in stone
Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 24, 2025
(Phil Anselmo) Go slow Cruel to himself and generous about it Cruel to the world (it's) not hard to spot it Can't give up Shut up On a tirade Off the top of his head So ripe becoming rotten He's hit the wailing wall To pass out hard upon He's kissed the wailing wall In the thrall of it all Failed his name with no care to hide it Failed escape it's documented Instilled or distilled The spike or the chill It's immolation The lust of non-existance He's hit the wailing wall To pass out hard upon He's kissed the wailing wall No lower heaven For his bones Nor handing life back What it's owed Caretaker careless Of what he's sown Porously reaching His lowest low The negative has just begun Joining the war impossible... In the thrall of it all Headstone tells but nothing about him Headstone reads two decades wasted A funeral pyre With no one to burn it (And nobody attending) Because self destruction brings misfortune In the thrall of it all
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 24, 2025
(Pepper Keenan) Fast... a cleansed soul rebirthing See... to be... and understand your flipside... You want nothing in return All... is cry until the laughing There is more between the sky and earth That is beyond our philosophy unknown... You want nothing in return The closest who need you (And) the closest surrounding you Will walk away... And when we walk away there will be no coming home
Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 24, 2025