Fear of God
"Gimme more toxics" screams the river "You're gonna die on this rubbish planet!"
Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 18, 2026
Light gives birth to cold shadows All our imaginations gone forever Uninterrupted the voice is in your head The eyes are blind, you're controlled by fear You are - controlled - by fear A puppet that kills and cheats on command Holy crusades in the name of light Millions of murdered heathens mark the way Countless defrauded people, punished with "civilization" We must - control - ourselves It's the fear of god that makes them obеy Whilst the holy ones stab them in thеir backs
Submitted by Pestilence — Mar 28, 2026
You're a prisoner of your ideals Just a prisoner of your materialistic ideals You're a prisoner of your worthless ideals
Submitted by Pestilence — Mar 28, 2026
On our knees we're living our lives Compressed in social forces It's like living under a chainsaw: You arise - you get killed!
Submitted by Pestilence — Mar 28, 2026
Causing trouble's all you do We don't fucking need you You are raping our scene Man you are so goddamn lame Trouble maker
Submitted by Pestilence — Mar 28, 2026
You're proud to be American - fuck off! You're proud to be straight edge - you suck! You're proud to be aware - you're not! You're proud to be young - you're sick! You're proud to be in a scene - stupid fuck! You're proud to be hardcore - asshole! Proud on things you did not do - wake up! I'm sure you're even proud - on your pride!
Submitted by Pestilence — Mar 28, 2026
It was so easy to do And now I got my hands deep in your guts
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 18, 2026
Which one leads to our freedom And which one keeps us where we are? How will we ever know which way to go When we sit back and resign?
Submitted by Pestilence — Mar 28, 2026
Stereotype killing, screaming animals Terrified eyes, uncontrolled movements Now he's pushing the button They're at the end of the way To the pneumatic slaughter
Submitted by Pestilence — Mar 28, 2026
A life in rigorism A life conducted by ideals That became dusty ages ago Hypocritical propriety and fucked up morals Self-obligated pain Automasochism as an anchor For your weak mind and rotten thoughts A life in rigorism The fools have arisen again!
Submitted by Pestilence — Mar 28, 2026
7 up (7 x) Blown into the sky 7 people died Nice propaganda material
Submitted by Pestilence — Mar 28, 2026
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The gun in his hands he starts to run His mind is blank, survival of the fittest But then the pictures reach his brain He's breathing quicker as he keeps one bullet for himself When he was running through red rivers of blood
Submitted by Pestilence — Mar 28, 2026
Please raise the siege You're not gonna win My mind's mine, so raise your mental siege I'm not gonna let you in!
Submitted by Pestilence — Mar 28, 2026
Heut hab ich wieder mal eine gesehen Oh wie vornehm sie doch gehen Nerze, biber und sogar tiger Müssen dran glauben, oh wie ist's mir zuwider! Alte weiber die kaum mehr atmen Nachher gibt's dann noch nen fetten braten Unschuldige tiere erleiden tod und pein Ach ihr fotzen, wie ist euеr verstand doch klein!
Submitted by Pestilence — Mar 28, 2026
When I walk the streets People point at me Their kids, they don't play with mine 'Cause I'm positive, positive, AIDS-positive Help me, I'm positive, please help Got the virus in me now and forever People don't touch me How I welcome my end
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Feb 24, 2026
The coin has got two different sides The one with our laughing western society On the other, death and starvation are grinning at you! It's so difficult to do things right, so you say Fatten the ones, starve the others If only both sides gained the same value
Submitted by Pestilence — Mar 28, 2026
Did things he should not have done and now he really regrets! Walls all around him, he knows he never gonna leave the room until he's dead So he's the fool, he's got to pay, for the faults in our society No rehabilitation, just pain and disgust. Is he locked away from us or are we locked away from him?
Submitted by Pestilence — Mar 28, 2026
Sitting here staring at my blood-covered hands Thinking of nothing but what I've seen So I went out again, tried to forget for an instant Grabbed my victim, my work was about to begin Why me? What did I do wrong? I've seen I now fight the voice inside of me that wants me to do it again Know that I must stop but it's a senseless trial 'Cause at the end it will overcome and I'll lose And I'm out there again - why? 'Cause I've seen....
Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 18, 2026
Give me absolution, for what my weak flesh has done Please let me live in peace again - I'll pay every price for absolution!
Submitted by Pestilence — Mar 28, 2026
First class people, better than the mob First class people, "more equal" than others! See them sit in their first class cabins Painted faces, smiling at those "lower" people Feeling so safe, setting themselves apart Tell me, who rules the world? First class people, greedy brainless bastards First class people, the first to go!
Submitted by Pestilence — Mar 28, 2026