So True, So Bound
(Oh icon divine, let your words be my guide so I need not my own) Voyager of the earth and mind Your love created mine Never mind how you came to be Your rules are all I need It's true So true That I do I intend to mirror you Archetype, statue in our hive You help us to define Wrong and right Black and white simplified To cope, categorize It's true So true That the world is much easier When you sharpen the blurred lines And you Yеs you Show me where to stand whеn I'm confused Your sounds are my truth What's new? More you For me to replicate every day Sharpen the blurred lines Because this life is too three-dimensional to me I know what I like and I need not dig deep I denounce those who do 'cause I've catalogued "true" 'Cause I've catalogued "true"
Submitted by Warbringer — Feb 24, 2026
Gold Imitation's flattery Blinds you Know my purity and be set free Judge me as my uniform is Back home, in the trash Lit that shit on fire I was sick of your Bullshit Combat boots and camo pants Hipster plaid, fashion headphones All the same intent So don't forget to Sound like that bold archetype That paved your path Stray and risk the slap of rejection's cold wrath Another clone to bask In the shadow of something greater Than you could ever be Because the game is comprised by rules Of another's hand Here in the crimson wars So apathetic I'm no longer bleeding Tonight I'll hold the sapphire High above the crowd in red I'll test their eyes And wonder, will the world just pass me by? Twenty neck-beard test The strength of steel while I Cut ore in half with my diamond, redefine The language in spirit of icon's minds Whose rituals I defy Defiant Your archetype's sources hide below A light across the line Sure sign of what's harnessed inside A soul's infinite tide I fall in other's eyes Against the grain that hopes to bind A heart's true song with question and doubt Defiant My archetype's sources hide below When they carved their own paths Today's clichés were their own stamps Bitch about it Denounce those as they dare to fly 'Cause you've catalogued "true" "True" is what's comfortable to you A light across the line Sure sign of what's harnessed inside A soul's infinite tide Out of sight and mind A fall in other's eyes Now ask yourself, should I just lie? Step on my heart's song? Just play it safe this time? Imitate Bold statue high up in our hive Poster child's inception began before time Like never did they chance Hostile looks From malleable dipshit's first glance Keep your cult membership first rate Miss the point of what made your icon great Here in the crimson wars So apathetic I'm no longer bleeding Tonight I'll hold the sapphire High above the crowd in red I'll test their eyes And wonder, will the world just pass me by? Twenty neck-beard test The strength of steel while I Cut ore in half with my diamond, redefine The language in spirit of icon's minds Whose rituals I defy
Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Mar 28, 2026
Veracity My feelings launch logic missiles Wage war on peers Dig for fault in those of my own blood You see things that you see and express to thee Hang your paintings up I'll find transparency The world's what you make of it I made you an enemy Too close for comfort, too similar My jealousy prevails Branch of my father tree How I loathe your leaves' prosperity And I confess, should they die? Condolences, but I might not mind Veracity Indifference ain't enough for me Peek in your window and I don't like things I see Judge integrity, when I could just look away Create your weakness so my ego rules supremе You know things That you know from the walk you've walked But your shoеs don't fit me I don't want to hear you talk Branch of my father tree How I loathe your leaves' prosperity And I confess, should they die? Condolences, but I might not mind And though I see that they've grown big and strong I can't help but notice Their colors appear slightly wrong They don't encroach me Your well-being is just my misery For every time I've watched you spitefully I pray You could tell me "touché" Take me seriously "Touché" Walk by and look my way Can I be your threat? Maybe your envy? See me Lynch that kid Look at how he holds his pick It's weird I don't like it So noose on neck Rip him to pieces on the Internet Or at least just behind his back All of the people in the distance Doing things that I love in their own unique way And I've got nothing now So I'll make something of nothing now My righteousness, my own veracity As above My supposed truth brands thee false Rules I made ever-changing So below Watch where you stand as I might step on you In fact, just hide because I'll try All of the people in the distance Doing things that I love in their own unique way Branch of a common tree Our similarities piss me off, oh so royally Branch of my father tree You like what I like But you don't know how it's done right My own veracity Brother and enemy Your presence is my misfortune No matter the miles between us Branch of a common tree Brother and enemy Branch of my father tree Brother and enemy
Submitted by Warbringer — Feb 24, 2026
Worn Fake Hollow Allure withers away Facade recedes Brace for reality Guilt's seize Echoes afar reach my ear Painting pictures Clearing the haze around me Too clear, too vivid Their whispers reveal suggestions To face the life I've ignored Hidden enlightened signals Expose the stage And strings by which I'm played So cold, so bitter To see circumstance's rigor Is what binds me Grip My Chains Tow Until the hands Lеt go Having thought that my stake rested On thе will of those who found Picked me up and put me to work See the fault in my own cynicism's guise A day's work breaking stone And hauling dirt for the worth of merits None my own That each statue that I raise Comes with an ominous price As the hand playing strings that bind me Were the hands dictating all the moves of my life In this void Empty space takes my view As I sculpt and carve each day's output Same old things made anew The memories of doorways missed I thought it wasn't my time Do the hands playing strings that bind me Only dictate my own free will As they're mine? No masters Free from the hold My will determines my strings Take control Echoes nigh pass as I'm Feigning pictures Leaving the haze around me To yield to my Strings the universe assigned Warm inside, victimized Hindered enlightened signals Pleading, beckoning to be heard, I see The sun gives way Tonight, strings still attached, I say "Tomorrow's a new day to cut them off" As I said I would today Worn Fake Hollow Allure withering away Facade decayed Release Grieve and replace Clear the field Erase Tear the roots Burn the dead earth And sever my strings When the surface is stripped clean Once all the filth is gone And we see that the reigns are in our own hands Does the life that's left really change? Or flourish? Or stagnate at the base below fault's peaks? Do we truly cut our strings? Or hand them back for safety's ease?
Submitted by Warbringer — Feb 24, 2026
Window wide open Breeze touches my shoulder Should I climb through it and see what's awaiting me? Oh, what's awaiting me now? Some distracted life Where my pain subsides You and I forever free from time to float and wander Feeling these feelings of life on a treadmill If just to turn it off See what's awaiting me Leave what's frustrating me now Places I've not seen Faces from my dreams Happiness in possibility Unwritten, free Oh, I'm so tired of this race See the height of the walls of my cage Bars that I built so I'd feel safe To protect this tired life that I hate Maybе one day the truth that I fear Will unmask itsеlf and I will be In some careless life Where my pain subsides You and I forever free from need and time We'll run to find Shade from my fire
Submitted by Warbringer — Feb 24, 2026