To Our Forefathers

To our forefathers with love Thanks for tearing the world apart Primitive minds are left terrified Strife, confinement, and the pursuit of lucidness Whoa This is philosophy of the history of our nations being Fabricated, yet, it's only what the public sees There is significance in every move that's made We live inside a living, breathing juggernaut His eye sees all If we are so free Then why are our minds not meant to be? Don't believe thy majesty They'll eat you alive He who controls the war Controls our history Reasons of this, they are shrouded in mystery Evidence of schematics are hidden within the media Feeding off of greed, we are the prey of the beast We the weak, we man the front lines Swallow lead, make sure the beast is fed We have resided within the comforts of ignorance But, this time through it isn't bliss, whoa We live inside a living, breathing juggernaut His eye sees all If we are so free Then why are our minds not meant to be Don't believe thy majesty They'll eat you alive I will not be Marked, considered disposable We live like batteries Giving life to another yet simply born to die If we are so free Then why are our minds not meant to be Don't believe thy majesty They'll eat you alive If we are so free Then why are our minds not meant to be Don't believe thy majesty They'll eat you alive

Submitted by BloodShrine — Feb 23, 2026

Harvest the cancer, fill the sphere to the brim It's overflowing with the thought of another Don't fall out of line, you may find yourself floating With the bodies of the rapt barricading the river Oh, big brother we are the shrewd Don't let your eyes surpass the obvious Oh, thy tyrant, release us from your grasp We are the pawns You cannot over come the host you have created Betrayal was evident Intrigued by the powers you posses, the hunger is taking this over Envy will be your only angst, we will not be hollow anymore Oh, big brother we are the shrewd Don't let your eyes surpass the obvious Oh, thy tyrant, release us from your grasp We are the pawns Rape the mind of it's enterprise Fabricate a host of drones Bodies are punctured, minds are altered The remains rest on the water The buoyancy decreases as the air flows out of the aperture Oh, big brother we are the shrewd Don't let your eyes surpass the obvious Oh, thy tyrant, release us from your grasp We are the pawns

Submitted by BloodShrine — Feb 23, 2026

What makes us human? Is it our ability to create or our ability to destroy? To whom much is given, much is expected To trust the corrupt is to swallow the toxins We're scarred with sickening fables Please don't take the lives of every man with an idea Everything with meaning is smoldering Pleading to the dead will not save us Two billion people can be wrong This way of life is outdated We are the unarmed truth and we fight for the unconditional love For the final word in reality and it makes you think We set the stage We pull the strings Yet, we're in a world left artless We live alone We hold our ground Yet, we're in a world left artless Lets wrap our roots around a new beginning Because we're in need of a designer future, a holocaust of the norm Sobriety is needed upon the desolate The country's nose is bleeding as we take another hit Social stratification is becoming bottom heavy Stirring our minds with delirious allegories won't cure past mistakes We are the unarmed truth and we fight for the unconditional love For the final word in reality and it makes you think We set the stage We pull the strings Yet, we're in a world left artless We live alone We hold our ground Yet, we're in a world left artless Lets wrap our roots around a new beginning Because we're in need of a designer future, a holocaust of the norm

Submitted by BloodShrine — Feb 23, 2026

For god so loved the world Is such a fabricated one liner Whether I am right or wrong We are both going to end the same End the same I will crawl out of the water And you will magically part it Walk right through it If I'm a deceiver, then may lightning strike me down Reach for the sky, there's nothing left here for you But atmosphere Darwin would envy me Lord, I've been saved and it wasn't by you Can you fathom that? Oh, can you fathom that? My emblem of choice walks on its own two legs But yours just simply preaches a name And I believe that you've all been naturally selected To be irrational and perpetual to still believe This is survival of the fittest Where is your savior now? This is divine intervention Worship the savvy If I'm a deceiver, then may lightning strike me down Reach for the sky, there's nothing left here for you But atmosphere If I'm a deceiver, then may lightning strike me down Reach for the sky, there's nothing left here for you But atmosphere

Submitted by BloodShrine — Feb 23, 2026

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We never would have thought that we were dead We were torn limb from limb Let this be known as our battle-hymn Our spirits rise from our shattered remains No bodies to speak of, but the passion retains We have died and returned as a phantom Nothing can stop our push for power The asphalt stained a shade of red We never would have thought that we were dead We won't rise from the ashes, but we'll rise from our hosts The afterlife means we reign as ghosts Black smoke drowned out what looked to be obscene The critics tried to suffocate the flames with gasoline Smoke and flames couldn't stop us now We will forever live on to haunt this town We have died and returned as a phantom Nothing can stop our push for power The asphalt stained a shade of red We never would have thought that we were dead We won't rise from the ashes, but we'll rise from our hosts The afterlife means we reign as ghosts The asphalt stained a shade of red We never would have thought that we were dead We won't rise from the ashes, but we'll rise from our hopes The afterlife means we reign as ghosts

Submitted by BloodShrine — Feb 23, 2026

We were seeded By a mother culture Children of genius That have stemmed into ignorance The writings on the wall Spell out our surprising past We wrongly decipher them To be primitive artistic rash God dies when the churches rise He was born when the ancient astronauts arrived The heavens exist and our maker is there Death is not the way to visit, technology is our only prayer Beacons left behind Which are scorned upon when appealed They are the maps to our existence That are soon to be revealed The writings on the wall Spell out our surprising past We wrongly decipher them To be primitive artistic rash God dies when the churches rise He was born when the ancient astronauts arrived The heavens exist and our maker is there Death is not the way to visit, technology is our only prayer We were made to be the grateful slaves of the stage God dies when the churches rise He was born when the ancient astronauts arrived The heavens exist and our maker is there Death is not the way to visit, technology is our only prayer God dies when the churches rise He was born when the ancient astronauts arrived The heavens exist and our maker is there Death is not the way to visit, technology is our only prayer

Submitted by BloodShrine — Feb 23, 2026

The greatest illusionist of all time This is the end of an era What a god damned shame they became Eyes glazed over and hysterical Like a moth to a flame They've died with a smile When you fight for something you can't see How can you believe? How can you believe? To not have a remaining organ that has a beat Has a beat The indifferent tone of your voice Let us be your ventriloquist The beloved, the devoted The never ending force of the choir Is this really so controversial? Don't be so hypocritical Hung by our necks, we're suspended in disbelief We'll keep on swinging 'til judgement day When you fight for something you can't see How can you believe? How can you believe? To not have a remaining organ that has a beat Has a beat The indifferent tone of your voice Let us be your ventriloquist The beloved, the devoted The never ending force of the choir In the eye of the illusionist Oh, what a pretty picture you are To lay down In the eye of the illusionist Oh, what a pretty picture you are To lay down The indifferent tone of your voice Let us be your ventriloquist The beloved, the devoted The never ending force of the choir Let us be your ventriloquist The beloved, the devoted The never ending force of the choir

Submitted by BloodShrine — Feb 23, 2026

These creatures travel through the night Coming to your town, bearing ideas through melody They are the voice of a million upon open minds They hold true to the ties in which they bind You can stop an army, but no barricade can stop an idea By the power of truth, they while living Shall conquer the universe They have given it all up Just for the rush of the voyage Constantly in transit But never alone A family, not through blood It's something deeper in the bone Pacifist in nature But warriors at heart Their weapon of choice Are sounds which form art These vagrant souls are in no search of a home The feed off of praise and bear theory In hopes of turning inside-out whom which are weary Do you fear thee Creatures of the night People fear these persuasive creatures Hiding from the risk of exposure They travel for many miles To leave an impression They are the carriers of the truth And it's slowly spreading They seem to be exactly Just what everyone's been dreading Pacifist in nature But warriors at heart Their weapon of choice Are sounds which form art These vagrant souls are in no search of a home The feed off of praise and bear theory In hopes of turning inside-out whom which are weary Do you fear thee Creatures of the night

Submitted by BloodShrine — Feb 23, 2026

Satellites are falling to the ground The trusted don't make a sound What are we in for? There are lights in the sky Brightly flashing in patterns of threat (Mr. Lazar was right) The horizon is filled with strobes of light The auroras created day from night Losing touch with our sense of real This is invasion of splendor and loss of feel This isn't human, I know this can't be human The ulterior are here The world is in an uproar Oblivious to the warnings And bartered by the media (Mr. Lazar you were so right) The horizon is filled with strobes of light The auroras created day from night Losing touch with our sense of real This is invasion of splendor and loss of feel This isn't human, I know this can't be human Will they devour our world whole Or spit it out because of the wretched taste? The horizon is filled with strobes of light The auroras created day from night Losing touch with our sense of real This is invasion of splendor and loss of feel An ocean of lives disappears from what once was home "We have returned to harvest our crops. They have began to rot and are now rendered useless to us. We as their gods shall choose their fate. And after much debate we have chose to rid of the crops. They shall burn and we shall start from the beginning. This stage is ours and they have littered it with their disgusting filth. We will not have mercy for this failed project. Everything will burn."

Submitted by BloodShrine — Feb 23, 2026