Negatives

Listen... They're calling you... I can hear them clearly. from one side, the cry your parents, Waiting anxiously to don't know you. From the other side, the desperate screams Of the thousands of brothers "Not born" as you. All that you've dreamt Won't happen again All the sounds, colors, meanings: "Dreams... Simple Dreams...". Hey... Your time is worning out... The noises are stronger... You've got a few seconds It will be the worts moments of your existece In this minimum space of time You'll feel in the limit of madness Of violence, of scorn, Of hate and of pain. All your anxiety to live Will become a desire Of never have even Dreamt with "Life". When brightness touches you When the shield is breaken When Air invades and water dries... You win't feel them anymore... Never more... Listen...

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 26, 2025

I feel that I need one more visit to... To my mirror hiding place Trails through my reflexes takas me To places where the characters are Undefined forms. Here the consciouness disappears While the chemicls contol me. Little by little the stage melt Colored figures exhales turning around me I ain't got any tickets left that provides Me expeditions beyound real universe. So I see myself with Eyes opened to the nothing... Where are the sirens piercings in my nerves? What are these ruins doing here Instead of those huge monuments To civilized imbecility?

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025

At simple touch of a button I have all the world in front of me. Without any effort I scored goals, tear down troops. My legs have forgotten how to walk I become a slave of myself. Like a vicious circle The further I am the nearest I am I'm a jungle man I'm a urban warrior. My legs have forgotten how to wlak And i became a slave of myself. Like a video The armchair and I are the same My arms just Reach the command button. All decisions are taken by computer I don't have my own desire. ...My food... ...My drugs... ... My air... ...Chemical... ...Chemical... ...Chemical... I'm a primitive being guited by remote control. ...I'm out of my mind... My mind is just a terminal Turned on to a computer Would I be the owner of the world? or just a simple slave? I am in coma Living a dull life Not a life at all Degradation.

Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025

My dignity and pivacy beeig exploited and used. Unable to reason In my mind came scenes of that night Trapped, I was seeing the cruelty Of the human being. My dignity and privacy Beeing exploited and used. The insomnia turns routine in my life Shut up!? keeeping silence about all that? How will they understand me? Eyes and dirty minds... Fighting against my mind being muted by fear Fighting against my mind How many more times they did that again? I think of suicide, finish it all for good... Or not, who knows hunting them in the night... Revenge is not the law, but what is the lwa? My mind is confused, fear of people I don't believe nobody, rebuff of myself. Fighting against my mind Being muted by fear Fighting against my mind How many more times... I'd be uncapable to those That certainly would laugh of all the story By I must muted by fear, or by shame...

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025

"... I don't have mental action levels..." Based on the Hikeda family slaughter, March 12Th, 1990, São Paulo/SP, performed by a 21 years old guy, Marco Antonio dosSantos. In his statements to the press ans to Police, The murderer declared that he commited the crime 'caused the Hiked family were mentally ruling him, doing some kind of "Visual Attacks" with ugly faces and rancorous expressions; "Soundsing Attacks" with sounds filled with "mental Actions" and also, he said that they were doing a certain "Psychic Coaction". Marcos insistently repeated that he had no "Mental Action Levels" and for thir, he deserved not to live, admitting to be "Worthy Of Capital Punishment". Baseada na chacina da família Hikeda ocorrida no dia 12 de março de 1990 em São Paulo/SP, executada pelo jovem de 21 anos, Marcos Antonio dos Santos. Nas declarações à polícia e à imprensa, o assassino alegou que cometeu o crime pois a família Hikeda estava-o dominand mentalmente, lhe fazendo "Ataques Visuais" com caretas e expressões rancorosas, "Ataques sonoros" com sons cheios de "Ações Mentais" e fazendo certa "Coação Psíquica". Marcos repetia com insistência que não tinha "Níveis de ação mental" por isso não merecia viver, admitindo se "Digno da Pena-de-Morte".

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 26, 2025

Throughout times we've reached the top of science Technology provides surprising advances. The diseases have been diagnosed but... Just human agressiveness wasn't understood. Negatives... Negatives... Urbarred Prisoner... Negatives... Society tries to isolated itself by all the ways Byt nothing succeed in stopping the public enemies. So... Once again... Future Brings solutions by far irrational. Their hands don't even touch themselves There are no shadows that follow them, Exepct for themselves. The police sirens that seeked them before Now get through regardlessly. In the garrisons, now empty, There are giants de-materializers Different worlds shapes are fused after the process Spirals replace cells and other organic substances The Dregs, once terrifying Have immortality together to an unbarred prison. Needles don't bring me the pleasure of before I don't see my face in the mirros under the snow anymore. The chemistry that made me break the violece frontiers Now sees me as a clown on a colousless outfit.

Until them you where a mad as the others Suddenly you get living apart, unnotice And now more than never is time to make a decision Good or bad, some people deserve a lesson. The judment is yours The criminals are yours You criminals are yours You retain the tribunal The sentence yours. C'mon, now, please, don't disappoint your Fans Millions of them are watching your Uncontrollable actions Or crimes, even if they are suicidal, Offensive, nocive It's not your fault... Psycho-Maniac-Depressive-P.M.D. Psycho-Maniac-Depressive-P.M.D. All right, you know, I know, you are no Jason, Jack, M. Miers, the difference is: Style, Charm, pose, but you don't need these Things Courage, man, it's not time to stop... Psycho-Maniac-Depressive-P.M.D. Psycho-Maniac-Depressive-P.M.D. Everybody looks different at you... You laught and applaud So, no one approaches... You turn your back on them They throw you stones... Your tear thw rails apart They kept fawning on you... You go back to your world. Anybody hasn't gone trhough And there weren't so many friends either Close to you in the wrong time Just to have your acts under control. C'mon, now, please, don't disappoint your fans Millions of them are watching yout Uncontrollable actions Or crimes, even if they are suicidal Offensive, nocive It's not your fault... Psycho-Maniac-Depressive-P.M.D. Psycho-Maniac-Depressive-P.M.D.

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025

Money, money. money... I've never seen so much Oh my god, what can I to get more? This much is not enough. Does money, money, money brings Hapiness? Ah! Ah! I'm laoughing at your face... Again!!! Dominate, order, command... This is what matters Your life depending on my words You'll always be in my hands. Does money buy friends? Ah! Ah! who does need them?!? - You!!! - Congratulations Mr. Money Maybe, begging for my pardon. I decide between your life and your death Cause I've gor the dirty money Money that charges But you're always around me asking... How I like it! Everybody someday should have this pleasure Oh! my god, I want more Give me more dirty money...please... Million dirty dollars... Billions dirty dollars... Trillion dirty dollars...

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 26, 2025

The jill of a slum in Rio What shall I do... Where to go?... Spend vocations in St. Tropéz Or visit mozambique Fell the skin burn Or feel the skin bleed? Contrasts... A bum walks Through the fifth avenue Asking for spare change A politician climbs The hill of a slum in Rio Asking for votes Contrasts... At each minute A boy dies Of hunger in africa At fat son of bitch Punkes his lunch Contrasts...

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 26, 2025

"Twentieth century, ninth decade The world really got crazy. Switzerland: On one side, the Most luxurious block of the World... The biggest financial center, the Greatest banks on the otherside A few blocks away, the most degrading Place of the world: "Platzs Pitz" Hello! Good morning! Be welcome! But your ticket... The show is going to start! Come On!!! Join us on this trip Many times it's just a one way ride. "Richness and misery walking side by side. Thousands of peoplem at the most Of youngsters Drugging theirselves and dying of overdose More than half has got AIDS." Doesn't matter the destiny, doesn't matter the place, Nothing matters... I don't care... Do you care? No one cares... So, Fuck-Off!!! Man!!! You've got the right to five syringes You'vw got access to all drugs You've got police support to drug yourself You've got police support to kill yourself. Hell or paradise?... Dream or nightmare?... This you'll only tell in the end Let's run from here, Hurry up... Run... Run... Run... In broad daylight, to whoever wants: Light, shine... The light at the end of the tunnerl is near Hold tight my hand, will we get ate the end? Now the light ate the end of the tunnel is going away... We're fighting with scythes in the dark. Believe, who's killing us ain't ourselves Believe, who's killing us are you... We're all prisoners, no bars to hold us Come on, The show can't stop, run...

Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025

No light... No sound... No motion... No action... No vibrations... No sensations... Nothing!!! ...It's over...

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025

They put you in the middle of a circle made by people wearing glasses and with Hands on the chin Lickerish stares makes you scared Until someone points you a pan and say: - What's your problem? - How was your childhood? - We're your friends!!! - We wanna help you!!! And then you're strucked with questions Onde by onde exposing his thesis Insinuating something about a certain Crazyman Making you perplexed and actionless... Making you perplexed And actionles... Now you're hindered them to inject in you Their psichotic and maniac personality Now theres nothing... Nothing wrong The patient is not you anymore... - What's your problem? - How was your childhood? - I'm your friend!!! - I wanna save you!!! Althrough beeing in the enter alone Suddenly you surround... Them!!! Someone have just put down Freud and all his concepts and analysis... Simply you avoid them Simply you confuse them. - Where are your questions?... Your Books?... Your reasons?... They put you in the middle of a circle made by people wearing glasses and with Hands on the chin Lickerish stares makes you scared Until nobody question you, and you say: - What's your problem? - How was your childhood? - I'm your friend!!! - I wanna save you!!!

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 26, 2025

Colors... Forms... Is all I "Hear" All the notes of my music That sound too loud inside me For you to notice dut there...

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 26, 2025