Ry Ry’s Song
There's a woman sitting in a motel room, counting minutes And she's adding to her list of "one-hour loves" She's tired and the new will do, she'll replace the body His friends are good for bang-bang, an amiable hobby She's got a secret, just keep it and sleep with it And he can't believe a thing you've said "We're going nowhere" and "fair is fair" And he can't believe a damn thing you say "We're going nowhere" and "fair is fair" The way you play with lives is such a big disguise, we swear that We're not gonna' take it The way you play with lives is such a big disguise, we swear We're not running naked There's a man who's sitting in a motel, waiting for a hooker That he never applied for, is it even her? And he can't believe a damn thing you say "We're going nowhere" and "fair is fair" The way you play with lives is such a big disguise, we swear that We're not gonna take it, no more The way you fucked his life is such a big disguise, we swear We're not running naked Just when it's perfect, it's finite, he calls it She said, "It's over, it's over... So long" Just when it's perfect, it's finite, he calls it She said, "It's over, it's over... So long" The way you play with lives is such a big disguise, we swear that It's over, it's over, it's over The way you fucked his life is such a big disguise, we swear We're not running naked He would stay forever just to say he saw you leave And maybe things wouldn't be this way He would stay forever just to say he saw you on your knees I burn the lamp, when I burn, when I do, I do everything I do for you But he hates you, hates you And I guess it's nothing new for you
Submitted by Finntroll — Feb 24, 2026
Give me back my pictures of me. Me, you, and him that makes three. It figures the wheezing will measure your rate of depress And I hope that you know. Like a bitch in heat I hope she know. So put another penny in and turn the crank until the frames Cease to move and the movie turns into a photo, A photo the size of a kiss I hope she knows. Staring at a Parisian sex flick where the characters don't meet, The characters don't speak, and the characters are Like mirrors facing mirrors: Space always expanding. So put another coin in and turn the crank until the frames Cease to move and the movie turns into a photo, A photo the size of my fist I hope she knows. A hiccup in paradise I keep you jealously to myself, In a photo the size of a kiss, A kiss in the shape of a bullet. On phone lines and letterhead, I'm dying about.I'm dying about. On phone lines and letterhead, I'm dying about. I'm dying about. I've watched you whore yourself out for one more thing. Why don't you sell yourself. There's always one more thing. Why don't you sell yourself. If I can't have you know one will. Pushing a lover to love another. Are you turned on? A hiccup in paradise I keep you jealously to myself, In a photo the size of a kiss, A kiss in the shape of a bullet. I keep you jealously to myself
Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 18, 2026
A boy, a girl, a love story But why did it end in misery? Taking our chances, getting our thrills Taking and taking but never getting our fill And this is what I see A modern love story And this is what I see A modern love story Love defined on our TV Telling us, teaching us what we need Are we in love or just so alone That we're looking for anyone to hold? And this is what I see A modern love story And this is what I see A modern love story When the prey is caught, the thrill gone So we'll switch partners and move along And we won't use our brains, because our lust is too strong Overlooking the person to whom the body belongs And this is what I see A modern love story And this is what I see A modern love story
Submitted by Nargaroth — Feb 24, 2026
I am Caligula Glutton of gluttons Men over women Man over woman The whore over man And I'm all this takes Not ashamed to admit It's not enough to say "I love all of you" And I'm aroused You lie here, you lie here We are okay in a misguided sadist way We are okay We are okay in a disabled veteran way We are okay Can I ever begin to imagine The terrible Itch in mine It haunts your mind A family of five The end of mine I died with wolves again I travel with thieves again And I... What did I teach you? What did I teach you? You're lying, you're lying We are okay in a misguided sadist way We are okay We are okay in a disabled veteran's way We are okay So don't confuse why we put you here Or your automation for individuality A sword on my back and neck and wrist A notch on my belt is how you shall exist And no more no less for the common good That's you, American womanhood That's you, American womanhood It haunts your mind It haunts your mind We are okay in a misguided sadist way We are okay We are okay in a disabled veteran way We're so cold
Submitted by Nargaroth — Feb 24, 2026