Instructions

Trust in me, good as dead, good as dead, good as dead, Coming to reincarnate into someone worth talking to. I turn hot and cold but my heads thinks you're out to get me, When my passion comes knocking who knows if I'll disagree. I can't live like this, I can't be your martyr, trust in me. Truth twists and bends until unrecognisable. Promise these feelings are true. I'm trying, I'm trying, I'm trying to change, It figures that you just can't argue. I've done awful things, it's no healthy way to live, I'm waiting for anger but you've nothing left to give. I realise, please realise that passion works both ways and love and anger Come hand in hand. I can't live like this, I can't be your martyr, trust in me. Truth twists and bends until unrecognisable. Promise these feelings are true (I'm good as dead) I'm trying, I'm trying, I'm trying to change, It figures that you can't argue. For every low it hides, it denies, each high, turning my anger into a tepid sigh of indifference, That in time will choke any life I have. I may be paranoid but there's a lot to be said for a little perspective.

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 18, 2026

Take that look right off your face, that look right off your face, That look because your high horse is dead. Try as you might, I will not fight. Sulk. Cry. Mope. State your case 'cause my head won't listen. State your case 'cause my head won't listen. One man's bone of contention is another man's turn of phrase, But isn't it hilarious, isn't it the most brilliant application of wit? Try as you might, I will not fight. Sulk. Cry. Mope. Take that look right off your face, that look right off your face, That look because your high horse is dead. Some before behaved the same but apathy can't last so Take that look right off your face, that look right off your face, That look because your high horse is dead.

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 18, 2026

Come for the faces, stay for the fees, I've got a feeling that these smiles aren't what they seem. These false pretenses are wearing thin, And there's not a slogan to hide the mess you're in. You're not welcome here. I'll see your intentions and raise you greed. It's not a stylish typeface; a change is what you need. Now all your failures aren't so discreet, and I will enjoy watching them Folding at your feet. You're not welcome here. It's one thing for you, and another for us. It's one thing for you, and one more for us.

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 18, 2026

There's a righteous feeling inside my bones, I'm not content enduring these clones. Back in the same way fitting the mould, keeping this business so painfully cold. Give me 5 years and I'll write it the same way, just more years like this. I see a problem we must address and it's not just to do with the way we dress, Let's break this to pieces brick for brick, throwing money at the problem just won't stick. Where has your integrity gone? I've got a feeling you're all that's wrong with this, it's not a system, this is a business, and one that I'm slowly falling out of love with. Under the weight of success' cold stare we're find a new way of parting your hair, And a new breed of partners will come into view, each of them posing a new hoop to leap through. Shame to put a price on this, where has your integrity gone? I've got a feeling you're all that's wrong, with this, it's not a system, This is a business, systematically draining the fun from a love we're all interested in. Can you put a price on this? Can you put a price on my head?

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 18, 2026

Why end up with what's been left? Let's put some hairs on that chest, and don't waste a fuck, you fuck. I can't feel a beat. Turn and face it, face it, this face you've never seen, As we're talking over, over this place we've never been Suddenly this rose that's before you don't seem so deadly does it? Say it again[?]and you're back in the game. Cut the cord with emerald blades, it's all the same. The same, it's all the same.

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 18, 2026

The world draws its breath. Would you sell your rights to your perfect life? I'd sooner choke than force down your shit. Shamelessly broadcast and fearlessly priced, I'd sooner choke, a nation desensitised. I don't expect much (don't touch) Because when I praise (that dial) I'm disappointed (don't touch) I'm not fazed. The world draws its breath. You seem this is more than it seems, Sure you're switched on to a bigger screen, But would you sell your rights to your perfect life? I'd sooner choke than to force down your shit. Shamelessly broadcast and fearlessly priced, I'd sooner choke, a nation desensitised. Appealing to my patience, of which I have none. Sell yourself. Sell yourself. Sell yourself. Sell yourself.

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 18, 2026

Thrown together then pulled apart, Blinded by some fragile art that dares to beg for another fresh start, It's doomed and set in stone. The talks is stale and point is ripped apart by your parasitic grip Until all vitality is stripped and cleaned down to the bone. Watch your nerve. Hold your tongue. It's obvious we'll carry on. Here and now, the righteous own the heart of me and here is how, To exasperate, doom and bore me. Hold your point 'til on your lips it suffocates under your grip, it's futile. So I'll just watch you break your own fucking heart. So break it. I'll be twice the bastard you want me to be. So break it. I'll be twice the bastard you want me to be. I fucked up so get behind me. I fucked up so get behind me. I fucked up so get behind me. Get behind me, get behind me. I can't stay stuck in this place, searching for some saving grace, And saying it all with sincere face. I wouldn't test me. All those things we sat will mean nothing because in the end the good will be broken and the rest will be gored as if by bulls.

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 18, 2026

Dead weight. This has hurt me for too long, so it's time we set things straight. Don't take it to heart, this was something I never planned to lose. Don't take it to heart. Slick cat. You got yours, and I got yours too. Dead weight. What if this threatened to eat you alive? Dead weight. An eye for an eye. Dead weight. What if these thoughts threatened to eat you alive? Dead weight. An eye for an eye.

Submitted by The Void — Apr 18, 2026

Breathe. Stand tall, try to mask the feeling. Breathe deep, disconnect the meaning. Shout it like a brother, "burn the bitch and make her suffer" It's not unheard of for filth like you to get their way, But at your height there's a price to pay. And with the weight of the words you're carrying, you may run but you won't get her, And I'm not fazed by the amount of empty minds you've fooled or who they are. So yes we're looking for vindication, and frankly your indignation is laughable. Fuck burning the bridge, burn the bitch, make her suffer. I swear to god you're the fucking devil.

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 18, 2026

When the truth comes out it will seep from your mouth like a heart bleeding 'til it's dry. You're directly responsible. I don't know what you expect, a nation downtrodden and you haven't planned your escape. Hey hey, with any luck I guess I'll Hey hey, afford a grave to call my own Hey hey, the rich just keep getting richer Hey hey, while the rest fight For a hole to lie in. Take the motive, write it to the press and dictate a generation. Fight the bastards. Hey hey, with any luck I guess I'll Hey hey, afford a grave to call my own Hey hey, the rich just keep getting richer Hey hey, while the rest fight for a hole to lie in.

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 18, 2026