Control

Seems these days i find it hard To figure out why i should start the day at all I can't be fucked. no motive Day in day out-with no reward, work so hard but i'm still poor This life has left me completely bored, no motive And i'm so fucking pissed, no motivation, and i'm better then this, no motivation Gotta find a way out but if i will? i fucking doubt it Wheres the needle or the box can't take it anymore

Submitted by NecroLord — Feb 24, 2026

You nevver thought it'd come to this started with just one hit Then a couple of years down the track, you screaming out for another wack You'd hock your wifes wedding ring, burglary fills your syringe Miserable fucking low-life, a checmical enslaving your life You've been reduced to an animal

Submitted by NecroLord — Feb 24, 2026

All your hopes, all your dreams, all your ideals amount to fuck allall your hopes, all your dreams, all your ideals its all for show What you wear, what you eat, how you act is bought and sold What you wear, what you eat, how you act to reach a goal I really doubt that you give a shit A social circle and you're cut to fit won't make a difference but that's ok Its mot like you care anyway

Submitted by NecroLord — Feb 24, 2026

Feeling sick? Feel the vomit rise See your life through my eyes Curl up and die If you saw, it you knew I'd be there I'd watch you Curl up and die

Submitted by NecroLord — Feb 24, 2026

Caught in a trap - tied down A signed contract - gagged and bound Minimum wage - tied down A fucking cage - gagged and bound We all fucking slaves

Submitted by NecroLord — Feb 24, 2026

We're buried up to our fucking necks, in a sea of plastic artifacts Never rots. will not decay And theres more and more every day Sea of waste, made for us and we're fucking drowning sea of waste All this junk is cheap as shit, but who the fuck is buying it? It just keeps on piling up A fucking mountain of useless crap Sea of waste, made for fuckin drowning sea of waste

Submitted by NecroLord — Feb 24, 2026

I'm sick to death of my mistakes, so many things i'd erase Sickened by my memories i love to cut chucks out of history What i've done and what i've said, what the fucks going through my head? What i've done and what i've said, what the fuck? Sick to death of my mistakes, too many things i'd erase

Submitted by NecroLord — Feb 24, 2026

Racing forward to out oblivion Sped up by the shit heap that we're living in A crutch that we use to help us stand, is a pile shat out by man Technology used to aims so trival, so that we're kept amused and oblivious, living a warm electronic womb Til resources run dry, but how soon? Waiting for the - Survival takes the backseat to conveinience greed and apathy over common sense, it's a beast that never ceases eating mankind it seems is self defearing Waiting for the - Waiting for the end Watch as the fuse burns down every day, running out of time to turn away, on a downward spiral to the end Waiting for the end of all of this, will we fall apart when it gets to it? On a downward spiral to the end Racing forward to our extinction Racing forward to the brink Racing forward to our extinction Racing forward

Submitted by NecroLord — Feb 24, 2026

Waste you're time cleaning it all, the still coat the fucking walls Scrub your hands til they're bleeding and on your sores they'll be feed It's a war you can't win

Submitted by NecroLord — Feb 24, 2026

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