These Speakers Don’t Always Tell the Truth
On the might of kings and captains (It won't be long, it won't be long now) On the eyes of midnight watchmen (Where is my way, where is my way out?) I know my hatred is perfect (It won't be long, it won't be long now) For the culprit who deserves it (Where is my way, where is my way out?) Dead meat against your broken bones Thrown in a ditch to die alone There is no dream worth pursuing When there is nobody embracing And there is no war worth fighting When there is no blood worth spilling On the might of kings and captains (Speak to me now, speak to me right now) On the eyes of midnight watchmen (Bury me now, into the ground you) I know my hatred is perfect (Speak to me now, speak to me right now) For the culprit who deserves it (Bury me now, into the ground you) Dead meat against your broken bones Thrown in a ditch to die alone There is no dream worth pursuing When there is nobody embracing And there is no war worth fighting When there is no blood worth spilling I know my hatred is pure Ugh For the new recruit One, two, three, go Impostors on the fast track To public execution Beggars for mercy unite Your pleas are ineffective And if you ever come back Beautiful incarnation I'll lie down at your feet and accept my punishment You better save yourself (You better save yourself) You better save yourself There is no dream worth pursuing When there is nobody embracing And there is no war worth fighting When there is no blood worth spilling There is no dream worth pursuing When there is nobody embracing And there is no war worth fighting When there is no blood worth spilling
Submitted by The Void — Feb 24, 2026
Dismiss the telegram, this is no exhibition A pile of papers that are bound and tethered We know the end of man, will stem from their traditions Relaying opinions, changing like the weather And this will never be And this will never be reversed in an installation Sending an open invitation To all the pioneers driven by suspicion The old world's gone and we keep wishin' For a new frontier to sink our teeth in And forget what you thought you believed in The plans we execute are far between and few I'll go around the world just for something to do Existence is fleeting, you spend your life dreaming The shores are exhausted, the time is receding And this will never be (Never be) And this will never be reversed in an installation Sending an open invitation To all the pioneers driven by suspicion The old world's gone and we keep wishin' For a new frontier to sink our teeth in And forget what you thought you believed in And those who resisted were dragged out from their homes This necklace was fashioned out of their teeth and bones And those who resisted were dragged out from their homes This necklace was fashioned out of their teeth and bones Out of their teeth and bones To all the pioneers driven by suspicion The old world's gone and we keep wishin' (We keep wishin') For a new frontier to sink our teeth in And forget what you thought you believed in Existence is fleeting Existence is fleeting Existence is fleeting Existence is fleeting
Submitted by The Void — Feb 24, 2026
Right from the moment my eyes taught themselves how to focus I always knew this world had a terminal illness The plot has thickened, the plot has thickened What? You're idolizing, you're idolizing a fool A better seller, a better seller, for what? To sing of razors, having never been cut And if I had a choice I would not be a witness While they glorify sorrow and loneliness The point is missing, the point is missing What? A better message, a better message We need, a better seller, a better seller for what? We need a leader and not a theatrical drunk Now my environment is a product of me Oh what a perfect place to be to be to be to be! I'm wondering how long I can survive my selfish Tendency to fold The hand they dealt is useless A better message, a better message We need, a better seller, a better seller for what? We need a leader, we need a leader and not We need a leader and not a theatrical drunk Now my environment is a product of me Oh what a perfect place to be to be to be to be! Now my environment is a product of me Oh what a perfect place to be to be to be to be! The transient, the sailor song We move along and on and on This harbor job, with hours long We move along and on and on We're here to go, so now I'm gone (Now my environment is a product of me) We move along and on and on
Submitted by The Void — Feb 24, 2026