Grievances

All your grand plans and gritted teeth. All your pride. They'll cut you down to count the rings. Measure out your worst years. Count off the days. Write on the walls. Who wants to live this way. Bent by the breeze until you stay. Or you break. Yeah, we've had better years. But bad years look better when they're gone. Count down the days until you get away. Check your last list. Yeah, we've had better years. But bad years look better when they're gone. Bent by the breeze until you stay. Or you break. All your grand plans and gritted teeth. All your bent and burnt pride. They'll cut you down to count the rings. Measure out your worst years. We're bent into shape. We stay or we break.

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025

Celebrate the long lines. Never see the shapes change. No love, no empathy. Can you admit it. No love, no memory. Just admit it. Arm to arm they burned. With nothing to bear, you learned. No love, no burden, no memory. You want the city on fire, you can have it. Now raise a glass, and admit it. You'd draw those bridges, then forget the next minute. Now look down. Celebrate. No illusions and no heads on stakes. Come on, we're not stupid. We can see your hands move, and the wires. Look down. Celebrate. No illusions and no heads on stakes. Celebrate.

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 26, 2025

Where would you run, failed by shaking legs. Green grass and shallow breath held. Ear to ear. Flight or fear. What's in a name. What does that paper trail really say. Keep digging down deeper, until the sky starts to fade. Backlit in back rooms like a stage. Lost from the start. Failed by the facts. You walk in defeated. Wear out your weaknesses. Lost from the start. Failed by the facts. Walk in defeated. Wear all your weaknesses.

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 26, 2025

With another pissing match, the grift is on. Your confidence game, how can you be so sure? You sell it like a poet. How do you say it like you know it. When you give up you'll say I could never tell them apart. But the fiction sells. We want golden nails. You sell it like a poet. Somehow you say it like you know it

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025

You wear it like a prize. So many plates in the air. When the calls come down, your worry takes root. But you can't say no. The white walls feel fine. Quietly let the stories grow to the ground. How'd you get so far, and how'd you get so far from home. White walls feel right. Send a message. One hand left. One cut to shreds. Stay seated. Stay tense. Send a message.

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 26, 2025

Can you taste the rain in the air again As you line up and try to look proud. Twenty five years of true belief, and now this. Walk in the rain. Now his hands start to shake. Now he's sweating. He wonders which ones to blame, and will they get away? See his hands shake. See him sweating. He wonders which ones to blame, and will they get away? Because you know someone always gets away. Hey, true believer. That's rain on your back. Keep your head down. Don't look around. Yeah, true believers, that's rain on our backs. Still you look proud. You look so proud.

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 26, 2025

There's no home for us here. No stories to tell. They stacked the decks with shining lights, with undercuts and sabotage. Did we get enough? Are we satisfied yet? All of your voices are like silhouettes. They're never coming we. Back never wanted to be so cynical or fatalist. But day to day through ringing ears and gasoline, bags of pills and buckets of ice, Did we get enough? Are we satisfied yet? All of your voices are like silhouettes. They're never coming back.

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 26, 2025