Out of the Silent Planet
Out of the silent planet Out of the silent planet we are Out of the silent planet Out of the silent planet we are Out of the silent planet Out of the silent planet we are Out of the silent planet Out of the silent planet we are Withered hands, withered bodies Begging for salvation Deserted by the hand of gods Of their own creation Nations cry Underneath decaying skies above You are guilty The punishment is death for all who live The punishment is death for all who live Out of the silent planet Dreams of desolation Out of the silent planet Come the demons of creation Out of the silent planet Dreams of desolation Out of the silent planet Come the demons of creation The killing fields, the grinding wheels Crushed by equilibrium Separate lives, no more disguise No more second chances Haggard wisdom Spitting out the bitter taste of hate I accuse you Before you know the crime, it's all too late Before you know the crime, it's all too late Out of the silent planet Dreams of desolation Out of the silent planet Come the demons of creation Out of the silent planet Dreams of desolation Out of the silent planet Come the demons of creation Out of the silent planet Out of the silent planet we are Out of the silent planet Out of the silent planet we are Out of the silent planet Dreams of desolation Out of the silent planet Come the demons of creation Out of the silent planet Dreams of desolation Out of the silent planet Come the demons of creation Out of the silent planet Out of the silent planet we are Out of the silent planet Out of the silent planet we are Out of the silent planet Out of the silent planet we are Out of the silent planet Out of the silent planet we are
Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Mar 25, 2026
From the coast of gold, across the seven seas I'm travelin' on, far and wide But now it seems, I'm just a stranger to myself And all the things I sometimes do, it isn't me but someone else I close my eyes and think of home Another city goes by in the night Ain't it funny how it is? You never miss it till it's gone away And my heart is lying there and will be till my dying day So, understand Don't waste your time always searching for those wasted years Face up, make your stand And realize you're living in the golden years Too much time on my hands, I got you on my mind Can't ease this pain, so easily When you can't find the words to say, it's hard to make it through another day And it makes me wanna cry, and throw my hands up to the sky So, understand Don't waste your time always searching for those wasted years Face up, make your stand And realize you're living in the golden years So, understand Don't waste your time always searching for those wasted years Face up, make your stand And realize you're living in the golden years So, understand Don't waste your time always searching for those wasted years Face up, make your stand And realize you're living in the golden years
Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Mar 25, 2026
There goes the siren that warns of the air raid Then comes the sound of the guns sending flak Out for the scramble, we've got to get airborne Got to get up for the coming attack Jump in the cockpit and start up the engines Remove all the wheel blocks, there's no time to waste Gathering speed as we head down the runway Got to get airborne before it's too late Running, scrambling, flying Rolling, turning, diving, going in again Running, scrambling, flying Rolling, turning, diving Run, live to fly Fly to live, do or die Won't you run, live to fly Fly to live, aces high Move in to fire at the mainstream of bombers Let off a sharp burst and then turn away Roll over, spin round to come in behind them Move to their blindsides and firing again Bandits at 8 o'clock move in behind us Ten ME-109s out of the sun Ascending and turning our Spitfires to face them Heading straight for them, I press down my guns Rolling, turning, diving Rolling, turning, diving, doing it again Rolling, turning, diving Rolling, turning, diving Run, live to fly Fly to live, do or die Won't you run, live to fly Fly to live, aces high
Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Mar 25, 2026