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Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 26, 2025

It’s kind of funny in its own little way The words that you sing and the music you play Is all a far cry from my company But you are happy to sell me your integrity The Mrs. needs a new swimming pool It’s important to make the neighborhood drool Social status is everything Repeat after me: Mammon is King I got the rights to you There’s nothing you can do I got the rights to you Rights to you, rights to you, rights to you I got the rights to you Can’t take a piss without a written permission Pay the price for some recognition To step out of line is no stroll in the park That pretty little smile is a registered trademark Your butt is mine until you grow old The dotted line says you’ll do as you’re told Sit! Stand! Bark! Moo like a cow Rollover! Bend over! You’re my product now I got the rights to you There’s nothing you can do I got the rights to you Rights to you, rights to you, rights to you I got the rights to you I own the rights to you There’s nothing you can do You’re just a pair of jeans Singing lame evergreens

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 26, 2025

Take a look around you You’ve got everything What can I do to help you Stop that bloody wining You look bored, look bored You look bored, look bored Man, you can’t afford To look so damn bored You look bored Yo’ complaining fella Sir Dissatisfied What can I do to help you Appreciate and enjoy the ride You look bored, look bored You look bored, look bored Man, you can’t afford To look so damn bored You look bored Go ahead! Surprise me Show another side Try a new expression Tell me I lied You look bored Thrive on pessimism Nothing’s good enough Stuck in negativism

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025

So I’ve been acting somewhat weird recently I guess it’s life that’s catching up on me Tired of pretending Run out of façade Caucasian puppetry You can only keep things Stashed away for so long I’ve had all the shit I can take All the shit I can take To push me now is a grand mistake I’ve had all the shit I can take Chest pain! Chest pain waltz! Chest pain! Here comes another stunning panic attack Increase the dose, there is no turning back My legs feel kind of dead Massively irrational Shock treatment maniac You can only keep things Stashed away for so long I’ve had all the shit I can take All the shit I can take To push me now is a grand mistake I’ve had all the shit I can take Chest pain! Chest pain waltz! Chest pain!

Hey dude, you used to be fun Always cool with everyone I remember you were like a brother to me Time flies and we’re not the same guys There’s a sinister vibe behind your eyes That hostility… a spooky fascist tendency Mind your Mussolini Mind your Mussolini mind Mussolini mind An intelligent man who doesn’t belong Hey dude, where did you turn wrong? I remember there wasn’t a bad bone in your body Mind your Mussolini Mind your Mussolini Mind your Mussolini mind Mussolini mind Hey dude, you screwed up your kid A furious fifteen-year-old on acid Who’d bash the head in of a passing refugee To show Il Duce he’s worthy… Mind your Mussolini Mind your Mussolini Mind your Mussolini mind Mussolini mind

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 26, 2025

Real men don’t cry Stand up! Banzai! God speaks through Dr. Phil and Ted Nugent Immune to pain Me Stud, you Jane Check out my penis enlargement Watch where I’m going I’m on a guilt trip I don’t believe you I don’t believe myself Watch where I’m going I’m on a guilt trip I don’t trust you I don’t trust myself Win this, win that Drink piss, low fat Viagra and chemical warfare Full speed ahead Rest when you’re dead Popcorn, Fox News, Osama’s still out there Watch where I’m going I’m on a guilt trip I don’t believe you I don’t believe myself Watch where I’m going I’m on a guilt trip I don’t trust you I don’t trust myself Be smart, invest Go east, go west Download incest

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025

Becky, my Becky, you’re one of a kind I don’t understand how you made up your mind When everyone around you seem to be A full-blown racist pig Don’t give in! Don’t give in! Don’t give in! Don’t give in! Dad keeps on singing the trailer trash blues: ”A good nigger is a dead nigger” While Mommy hates Jews Your brother sports a swastika tattoo And your boyfriend as well Don’t give in! Don’t give in! Don’t give in! Don’t give in! Becky, dear Becky You’re the bravest of us all A tower of courage Girl, you stand beyond tall Where does it come from? Your strength is a solid stone wall Becky, dear Becky You’re the bravest of us all Prejudice, ignorance The whole nine yards Surrounded by a swarm of wicked retards All odds against you Situation no win Don’t give in! Don’t give in! Don’t give in! Don’t give in! Becky, dear Becky You’re the bravest of us all A tower of courage Girl, you stand beyond tall Where does it come from? Your strength is a solid stone wall Becky, dear Becky You’re the bravest of us all

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 26, 2025

I’m so alternative I am so independent This is the way to live The independent way of life I’m so alternative I am so independent This is the way to live The independent way of life The independent way of life I’m twenty-five or so At least I was twelve years ago Despise my existence And my miserable gothic wife Have no identity Have no personality You wouldn’t notice me Even if I stabbed you with a knife Now I am so depressed And my eyes are painted black My days are one long trauma I’m about to crack I am so happy… I’m so alternative I am so independent This is the way to live The independent way of life I’m so alternative I am so independent This is the way to live The independent way of life The independent way of life My day’s a pile of shit I love every minute hating it The way I dress reflects my soul I’d never anything Nike I hardly ever sleep Sleep is not considered deep I’m really difficult Detest everything you like Play me your favourite tune I’ll convince the world it’s junk But if you listen to what I listen to I will slip into a funk I am so special… I got a gig today You won’t believe the stuff we play We just signed a major deal Riches are heading our way I was alternative I was so independent This was the way to live The independent way of life I was alternative I was so independent This was the way to live The independent way of life The independent way of life

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 26, 2025

18 hours a day 7 days a week Locked up in this godforsaken joint Anything you say I turn the other cheek You’d be amazed what one will do at gun-point Heal me, please heal me I need something bad, something to call my own Won’t you heal me, please heal me I need something bad, something to call my own Had me dig a grave When men without no soul Beat my friend to death when she escaped A new millennium slave Stuck in a hellhole A piece of property, born to be raped Heal me, please heal me I need something bad, something to call my own Won’t you heal me, please heal me I need something bad, something to call my own I was sold, a thousand dollars flat Mondays are slow, special leftover fee Won’t get old, I am aware of that But I’ll go free… Heal me, please heal me I need something bad, something to call my own Won’t you heal me, please heal me I need something bad, something to call my own

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 26, 2025

What doesn’t mean a thing to you, means everything to me Please be careful what you do, because I am trying desperately To stay afloat, to stay real, to be the person I need to be Yet your pathological new man might screw you up permanently One step forward, one step forward and a million miles back… I’ll be your one-girl guy, if you’ll be my one-guy girl But there’s one thing I fear the most I’ll be your one-girl guy, if you’ll be my one-guy girl But there’s one thing I fear the most The Infidelity Ghost Wish you could trust my loyalty, stick with me through thick and thin But I am tempted easily, don’t want to know where I have been… Anemic blood flows through my veins, an insult to monogamy I’m not sure I can dispel, The Ghost of Infidelity One step forward, one step forward and a million miles back… I’ll be your one-girl guy, if you’ll be my one-guy girl But there’s one thing I fear the most I’ll be your one-girl guy, if you’ll be my one-guy girl But there’s one thing I fear the most The Infidelity Ghost

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025

Would you be my role model? Would you be my helping hand? Looking for a soul brother I need someone to take a stand Would you be my role model? Where I trust you and you trust me But I won’t be your sob story No, I won’t be your sob story My birth was a mistake I’ve been told from the beginning What do you want from me? An apology? Hooray for parenthood Guess what? I see right through you The Carbon Paper Family Would you be my role model? Would you be my helping hand? Looking for a soul brother I need someone to take a stand Would you be my role model? Where I trust you and you trust me But I won’t be your sob story No, I won’t be your sob story I believe I believe There must be something else I may be your flesh and blood It means exactly nothing You’re both strangers to me That’s it! I’m done The Prodigal Son Lost from Day One Would you be my role model? Would you be my helping hand? Looking for a soul brother I need someone to take a stand Would you be my role model? Where I trust you and you trust me But I won’t be your sob story No, I won’t be your sob story I believe I believe There must be something else Won’t bother you no more Go practice Sweet Denial This wasn’t meant to be I believe I believe You could be my role model You could be my helping hand Looking for a soul brother Strong enough to take a stand You could be my role model Where I trust you and you trust me But I won’t be your sob story No, I won’t be your sob story

Here we are God, I need someone to blame So, here we are Things will never be the same Time will heal… Or so I’ve heard Still, here we are And I’m crying out your name Breathe Breathe Breathe Just breathe… Here we are I can sense your smell So, here we are I know those hands so well Life goes on… Or so I’ve heard Still, here we are And I’m sliding into hell Breathe Breathe Breathe Just breathe… Here I am Decades drifted away So, here I am The phantom pain seems here to stay You’ll work it out… Or so I’ve heard Still, here I am And it feels like yesterday Breathe Breathe Breathe Just breathe…

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 26, 2025