Let the Future Tell the Truth

Rightful heirs to rights unknown Oblivious to the merit The parchment unwoven No fortification, no security Premonitions from the predecessors predicting that our freedom would eventually be obsolete What kind of man neglects his license to breath easy? Ignorant fools place trust in the men disgracing sovereignty When revolution is before us, privileged will finally mean its means "U!" You force feed fear to the naive "S!" Essential to the butcher, you fatten up the swine "A!" A march from the stock yard Defenseless, we'd walk the line Crafted by creators of the land of the free The artisans who fought for what was right This is my right There are many like it but this one is mine To govern those who govern us And I refuse to be the white flag waving at the end of the sights Unconstitutional, you've left me with a reason Vindication in the form of powder, plot, and treason When revolution is before us, we'll take it by its throat Crafted by creators of the land of the free The artisans who fought for what was right This is my right There are many like it but this one is mine To govern those who govern us And I refuse to be the white flag waving at the end of the sights Powder, plot, and treason left me with a reason Crafted by creators of the land of the free The artisans who fought for what was right This is my right There are many like it but this one is mine To govern those who govern us And I refuse to be the white flag waving at the end of the sights

Submitted by BloodShrine — Feb 23, 2026

Apathy, a living oblivion engulfing the world in which we all call our home Hatred is bliss compared to the nothing that feels just like slaughter Passing by the man whom drowns in the water It's just the way we are We're taught to hault the helping hand From my knees I plead to anyone who'll listen Falling on deaf ears, the message lost, imprisoned The world can burn around us and we won't turn our heads Serenity in front of our faces, with feet made of lead Your arms are occupied by victims of your selfish desire The tower scrapes the sky Humanity is on fire Let them bleed They watch from the horizon Red tides crash into the dead Let them starve They feast at royal tables, gasping as they choke on our lead Watch from afar Lonely corpses are charred, and you close those fucking eyes From my knees I plead to anyone who'll listen Falling on deaf ears, the message lost, imprisoned The world can burn around us and we won't turn our heads Serenity in front of our faces, with feet made of lead Your arms are occupied by victims of your selfish desire The tower scrapes the sky Humanity is on fire

Submitted by BloodShrine — Feb 23, 2026

Rows of drones work in symmetrical methods. Whips crack against their backs as the drudge towards  the awn. Fever arrives from above as they're ascending towards  the eye of Ra. Appease the gods. The river lifts the burden from the shoulders of the  slave. The gods devour art. Artwork obscured by the mistrust of modern man. The ode to the resilience of mankind is born. Their faces in line with each direction. Scattered all across the world. Monuments of hope. As men, we have created but as legends, we have  defined the possible. The rows on the earth have ascended the brick. Rope glides over tree and stone. The effort to please is nearing an end. Still the eye provides what can not be seen. The ode to the resilience of mankind is born. Their faces in line with each direction. Scattered all across the world. Monuments of hope. As men, we have created but as legends, we have  defined the possible. As men, we have created but as legends, we have  defined the possible. Pull! Pull! As braid burns flesh we must. Pull! Pull! To lay our king to rest. Pull! Pull! As braid burns flesh we must. Pull! Pull! Find faith in force. The ode to the resilience of mankind is born. Their faces in line with each direction. Scattered all across the world. Monuments of hope. As men, we have created but as legends, we have  defined the possible.

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 18, 2026

Put on your cap and your boots We're gonna build this city These times are rough But we're drawing it up The skies are filling with our brilliance Tearing away from all the clutches of poverty Uneducated adolescent nation Without reserve we start the purge Economic collapse Has just inspired the masses To be creative, not be destroyed To follow through is to abolish the hunger And equal the upper Not a single hand left unblistered in the end Three cheers for the state of the state We're higher than all Not a muscle left untorn Not a dollar left unborn Inspiring static minds Mechanizing powers yet defined With a touch of innovation We establish domination over all who wish to vie Brilliant minds introduce the facile times Not a worry in the world The key to life washes up in the tides Of electron excercise To follow through is to abolish the hunger And equal the upper Not a single hand left unblistered in the end Three cheers for the state of the state We're higher than all Not a muscle left untorn Not a dollar left unborn This flag flies above the reinvented Shadows cast as we tip our hats What a beautiful way to live Destroy the old design and implement the new idea To follow through is to abolish the hunger And equal the upper Not a single hand left unblistered in the end Three cheers for the state of the state We're higher than all Not a muscle left untorn Not a dollar left unborn

Submitted by BloodShrine — Feb 23, 2026

This deficit of currency is weighing heavy Parasitic suit coats shoving threats strait down my neck I'm onward west Searching for the pay dirt, tearing at the earth to compensate my addiction Pennants for dependence on the monetary kings So count me in, I'm too far gone I'll bury my soul beneath this dirt As I tear apart this wretched earth Sever the treasure from this soil I strive to find who I once was, but it's buried deep Deep within this endless pit of god forsaken mud Salvation lies beneath the surface Reparation for the serpents Restitution for the vicious ones Trading in the heaviest shoulders for the smallest of boulders Turning tables on the man who tells you that "gold won't save you. Nothing can." So count me in, I'm too far gone I'll bury my soul beneath this dirt As I tear apart this wretched earth Sever the treasure from this soil I strive to find who I once was, but it's buried deep Deep within this endless pit of god forsaken mud I strive to find who I once was, but my future found me first Deep within this endless pit of godforsaken mud They regret it now, the threats they made Life in exchange for what is due They say never contend with men who have nothing to lose So count me in I'll bury my soul beneath this dirt As I tear apart this wretched earth Sever the treasure from this soil I strive to find who I once was, but it's buried deep Deep within this endless pit of god forsaken mud I strive to find who I once was, but my future found me first Deep within this endless pit of godforsaken mud

Submitted by BloodShrine — Feb 23, 2026

Word is not bond. Not a handshake proven true Lured to the table with the promise of prosper, I bought in They say that you hold what it takes. That say that you have it Flashing the world in your face. They want you to reach out and grab it all A pen in our hands, Our backs against the wall We are the product We are the work horse Simply the copies of copies filed with no remorse They'll rip the promise from the pages Don't sign your life away Take me back to the day when I could easily say that persistance and devotion would pave my way Oppressor, enforcer, how could you? Your machine is fueled by all our youth So go ahead and sell 'em somethin' to gaze upon I'm not done, So fuck you I'm hangin' on Blatant perjury, despite what they told me Shame on me for being young and naive Shame on you for taking advantage of me Well how can the Fight be considered a Good one if both the opponents just lose in the long run Lose it all A pen in your hand.Your back against the wall We are the product We are the work horse Simply the copies of copies filed with no remorse They'll rip the promise from the pages Don't sign your life away Take me back to the day when I could easily say that persistance and devotion would pave my way Oppressor, enforcer, how could you? Your machine is fueled by all our youth So go ahead and sell 'em somethin' to gaze upon I'm not done, So fuck you I'm hangin' on Sign right here for success Don't forget to cross your T's and dot your I's Relinquish your rights How does one see with eyes so green? This illusion of partnership dictates a dismal reality They'll rip the promise from the pages Don't sign your life away Take me back to the day when I could easily say that persistance and devotion would pave my way Oppressor, enforcer, how could you? Your machine is fueled by all our youth So go ahead and sell 'em something to gaze upon It's all you're depending on

Submitted by BloodShrine — Feb 23, 2026

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Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 18, 2026

History's been told through aperture The eye observes lie The future in shades of black and white Cast the shadows dim the truth No wasted film, no rehearsal You'll never see the color of the truth Intangible haze, denial sinking teeth deep into the Naive Huston we've found the best solution to the problem At hand Lights, camera, action Give me quiet on the set, and turn your focus to Forgery Fake the voyage young cadet, remember your lines It's "One small step for mankind" Make them believe Make them believe that we've won the race We are the power, we set the pace Don't close the hatch Caution to the crosshairs The last thing we need is a skeptic, a cynic, a Smoking gun The race is underway, but we've already won Cast the shadows, dim the truth No wasted film, no rehearsal Shot down, gutted, and stuffed A thirty billion dollar eagle's landed amongst white Sand America snorts up the dust that the capsules kicking Up It buries the rotten bird Give me quiet on the set, and turn your focus to Forgery Fake the voyage young cadet, remember your lines It's "One small step for mankind" Make them believe Make them believe that we've won the race We are the power, we set the pace Don't close the hatch We'll shoot We'll shoot the moon Transcend the futile task Diluted reality Give me quiet on the set, and turn your focus to Forgery Fake the voyage young cadet, remember your lines It's "One small step for mankind" Make them believe Make them believe that we've won the race We are the power, we set the pace

Submitted by BloodShrine — Feb 23, 2026

Held down by the weight of absent coin Confined by the absence of wealth The muted feud each other to stay afloat Conflicted with convictions to make the most We're left to wonder if opportunity will outlast empathy We're left to wonder if our economy will outlast prophecy I've got a message for you And its justified by the nine to five We've got the message for you And its justified by the ninety-nine So tip the scale back our way So we may know what it is to be heard We've got the message for you You can not deny the ninety-nine Unlike the higher we'd lift the veil from the acquired Forge the cowards from their desks Now heed this warning before the stricken revolt I've got a message for you And its justified by the nine to five We've got the message for you And its justified by the ninety-nine So tip the scale back our way So we may know what it is to be heard We've got the message for you You can not deny the ninety-nine When man's worth is reflective of his work the state will be revived While the gluttons burn alive Those who pay it forward are the ones who truly keep the world afloat I've got a message for you And its justified by the nine to five We've got the message for you And its justified by the ninety-nine So tip the scale back our way So we may know what it is to be heard We've got the message for you You can not deny the ninety-nine

Submitted by BloodShrine — Feb 23, 2026

Astray from perspective We can not grasp our own insignificance Ignorant to aspect, we're existing only in our own image And we're blind to the future The third stone from fire, standing still In light of all this mystery, at least we exist So here lies our lunacy Relative law, existing as we persist towards the remedy Our presence and obscenity Let me enlighten you all Tuition reaches further than the truth Beyond the absolute And we're blind to the future The third stone from fire, standing still In light of all this mystery, at least we exist So here lies our lunacy Product of the middle English, we lead ourselves to believe that we've had hand in creation Although meaningless, we give ourselves purpose to survive We give ourselves a purpose to survive In light of all this mystery, at least we exist So here lies our lunacy

Submitted by BloodShrine — Feb 23, 2026