I Shalt Become
Album • 2013
Lady Caroline Lamb, where are you now? Your love knew no bounds A picture of ill health engraved with scars Slips into foreign tongue from afar Thou false to him, thou fiend to me. One day, some day, I will flee.
Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 26, 2025
God eats no confidence Ruins as a matter of course And four hours worn on me A wasted touch of remorse. A quaalude for five.
Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025
The most horrible imagination And desperation Same ugly joke from the distorted clown The dried, peeling paint And eyes full of the sadness Another nightmare A forced laughter.
Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 26, 2025
I've been known to practice Santeria Oft to conjure and exorcise your fevered demons I've been known to imagine, nay, dream That a little of the old witchcraft only hurts a few So open the gate for me.
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025
We're left to drown by the Indianapolis... Suffocating and torn It never sinks in the weight of expectation As the bodies drift away.
Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025
The dull aches with the crash of thunder The rain choking another cigarette Still, the drowned rats have earned their love.
Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 26, 2025
And so we watch them burn Breathe in your dust Rage in your walls And I can see the fire in your eyes Under fire in your mind.
Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 26, 2025
Sometimes the wounds have to wait But I'll torture you before too long We just don't want Jesus to see.
Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025
I'm the cold, steel barrel of the gun. Shame that time and age tear us apart One passes, one remains Fate wielding unforgiving hand The politics of your nothingness And you're still staring down at me.
Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 26, 2025
History says I'm going crazy It's nothing...a greater pain than myself The problems come at night When it feels like you're all alone With only your Paris Green beside you And the same old pile of bones It is not my fault that I want to eat your corpse.
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025
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