The Process of Elimination
This is the fucking fist This is our outlet of anger, our escape from the routine This is our reason to breathe The embodiment of a dream Revolt on all your senses Exclude all which makes numb The revolution of music dressed in a grindcore coat Let go of all the masses The stress of mass consumption The personal revolution, we’re all here for the cause Subculture of a defunct world Alternative to the routine imposed This is the fucking fist This is our outlet of anger, our escape from the routine This is our reason to breathe The embodiment of a dream Revolt on all your senses Exclude all which makes dumb The revolution of music dressed in a personal coat Let go of all the masses The stress of mass consumption The musical revolution, we’re all here for the same cause
Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 26, 2025
When I go out on a Saturday night I always wear my spandex, it’s such a delight To match with my headband, don’t mess with my spikes My nice leather pants, sure I got sweaty balls Nice old patches on my jacket All-over shirt stick in my trousers Come on watch me being metal More metal then you’ll ever be Army boots in, checkin’ my spandex Leaving you guessing, what is in there Nice shiny balls, with an accept tattoo Udoo dirkschneider eat your heart out
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025
Is this what it has come to Is this what you call a scene? Every week the same rehashed shit Every week beating around the bush This is the overkill – this Bill repeated to death They are the modern rockstars The flaccid pornstars Are you fucking bored yet? Nothing else to do? Is it for the ‘fame’? Is it for the ‘money’? Is it lack of wit? Are we bored yet? Every week the same rehashed shit Every week beating around the bush This is the overkill – this Bill repeated to death Audience indifferent, play for 20 or less, what a fest Why aren’t we bored yet?
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025
Here we go, yeah, another day at my fucking job Another eight hours of listening to the radio I’m going mental of hearing the same, over and over and over again The same shit all day long, they even redo old songs Just another fase in the demoralization of man Just wait ‘till the new hit comes and strikes you with boredom till kingdom come I’m going mental of hearing the same, over and over and over again The same fucking shit all day long, they even redo old songs Play something else, before I lose my sense
Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025
Come on step right into the barn Some sheep fucking won’t do no harm I’m Bobby-Joe and I’m a redneck So bring out da hoods and burn the cross If there was a tard gene I was blessed with it for sure Prejudice and bigamy, the farm is on a roll Imma get medieval on yo ass With a pair of playas and an axe Marching streets and chanting hymns I’m a real treat to mankind
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025
Independence is at an all time low Personal development thrown out the door Is it for the cashflow? Or does one simply not give a fuck anymore? Robotized by a charted life We are all remote controlled For economic growth Prostitutes – of the mighty dollar Ill consumed – spirit doesn’t matter Prostitutes – living on a collar Brain refused – for the mighty dollar Can’t anyone see, what’s going on? Why don’t you snap out of it and smash the current times? A life or a currenct? Independency to be revived? Independence is at an all time low Personal development thrown out the door Is it for the cashflow Or does no one give a fuck anymore? Can’t anyone see, what’s going on?
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025
Nothing else to do, guess I’ll spend another fortune 4k dollars on a suit, well spent for a one time fling walking down the street like you’re strutting on a stage, yeah! I’m so suffering from attention whore cliché Can’t handle the stress, what if I don’t make the press? It’s a gathering of assholes, only there to show they’re present so they can say ‘have you seen me?’, I’m so spoiled, that’s what I’ve achieved… The paparazzi make my day let me dress up for the parade Number one attention fucking whore
Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 26, 2025
Social utopia differentiates from my own values in life Does one have the right to differ from what the mass imposes? Barriers and rules imposed by others I not my way to go I dissent all the sheep ingest my own morals Choices imposed… Do we still have the right to choose for our own sexuality, way of life? Or are we consciously policed by our friends, and our government? Who sets the rules, the codes on how to dress and act On who to love or to hate, how can you make a standard of that? I for one take my right to disagree and break global pact Bend the rules and dissent to bigotry, ingest a higher truth… How can you… Pick on someone, make his life hell For the personal choices that he has made People differ in opinion and taste There is no preset on how life should be lived Bend the rules and dissent to bigotry, ingest a higher truth…
Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 26, 2025
9 to 5, empty shells do their part for society Numb yourself, get it on day in and day out Braincells degrade for the sake of a paycheck IQ selectively reduced for a schematic... life Ambition left the heart of men For a bunch of zeros you sell yourself One day you will take the gun Shoot it all against the wall Do your time... schematic... life
Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025
I drive around in my stolen car Public places are my goal Aiming for a massive body count Hail to Allah, my personal whore Packed with dynamite, I will destroy In the name of the good lord Blown to pieces scattered around Innocent lives I will abort I shoot people in the head For they had it coming At least that’s what my baby Jesus said Now I’m coming after you I will kill you on the spot For that I will reach heaven soon Yeah heaven, cause hell is too hot
Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025
Ooh baby, get you hood all shining we’re gonna ride all night long I love your greasy leather right beneath my big fat bung Pedal to the metal, here we go... I want trucks, motels, whores, mullets, barfights, horny sluts I want skulls cracking, whacking, slapping and titty grabbing What can I do, I’m a fat-ass bastard Brawling is my job... all night long... Ooh baby, get your hood all shining we’re gonna ride all night long I love your greasy leather right beneath my big fat bung Pedal to the metal, here we go...
Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 26, 2025
Baggy tits, XL cunts, I’m a fatofiliac who likes chicks like trucks Huge ass bung, triple chin, gimme some lube to make it swing Fat camp, come on pass on the mayonnaise Eat another burger I’ll like you even more Uncle Sam told you to eat that shit Fat camp, come on here my bourgoise tease bitch Eat another bag of chips I’ll like you even more Uncle Sam’s getting rich and my pole stiff Baggy tits, XL cunts, I’m a fatofiliac who likes chicks like trucks Huge ass bung, triple chin, gimme some lube to make it swing
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 26, 2025
Icon resizer We’re all pawns on a game board Icon resizer Replace the default with a customized shell Icon resizer We’re all pawns on a flowchart Icon resizer Replace the default with a customized shell Calculate the silver, gold and platinum Translating figures, money into power Twisting value, decreasing virtue – corporate degout Pushing lives, expendable assets Rising unemployment callous to the big suit Ruining lives, undervalued problems Rising public frustration demoralizing man Icon resizer We’re all pawns on a flowchart Icon resizer Replace the default with a customized shell
Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 26, 2025
Pathetic your excuses are at best Instantly you shove the blame somewhere else Incapable minds control your life... I am not the one to sit back and swallow their crud No life, no future no free will, is this what you want? Misleading the masses... but this is when your derisive conscience kicks in... feeding morons with lucrative lies Joking about it while you waste our cash Living a life without morals or sense of self I hope your ass can cover the check for the loss of mind...
Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025
Hide behind your fucking flag Country-ass hillbilly bastards Scattered by your ignorance Another bunch of retards Fed by spineless policies Do yourself a patriotic pleasure Superior by your one way thoughts Just a bitch of those who feed you Better run you line dancing country-ass Cause I just wanna bleed you Hang yourself from your burning flag now
Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025
Genuine or devious, motives tested to the end Masked intentions overrule any form of trust in me A preordained psychosis infused to a bitter end The plastic motive, hypocrite means to an end Masked emotions destroy social confidence The plastic motive, emotive bonds a new trend? Masked emotions overrules self esteem The plastic motive, hypocrite means to an end Are they out for information and self enrichment? Human masquerade, twisting people at your will At which cost do you toy with your so called ‘friends’? Solitary confinement a zero tolerance solution your kind Is there a solution for your kind?
Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025
I wanna be a macho man My testosterone flies off the pan Props and requisites give that extra glit But nothing equals the size of my bling! I’m a jerk, I’m a dick, all I wanna do is park my prick I wanna be a macho man My testosterone flies off the pan Props and requisites give that extra glit But nothing equals the size of my bling! Macho man… yeah baby… I fly out the pan
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 26, 2025
What a vicious lucrative masquerade serving up compliments and bullshit an idolated friend-foe policy honesty is a burden in this scenery Whatever happened to be yourself whatever happened to “speak your mind” whatever happened to “spit your piece” when did music turn into politics? A two faced bitch – standing on the side feeding & breeding on a pool of lies a fashion victim begging for a chance The time has come to end the scenery the time has come to end the politics drop the antics and get up to date competitive bullshit: scene scenery What’s the point of being two-faced? What’s the point of fake compliments where did criticism get traded for cocksucking & bribe? Your existence is a waste of breath and time Scene scenery the time has come to end the scenery competitive bullshit: scene scenery
Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025
Silenced and beaten down By a ‘normalized’ environment A man torn from reality, caged and caved in -Time to put the needle to the test All which you held high in regard All which you have learned in your life All which defines your point of view All is right, no more needs to worry No more need to think The injections make it easier for Them to do the thinking for you Strapped to a gurney They took your life from you Time to put up your free will to the test Reprogramming ‘till you match the mould A stone cold reality for a fucked up world Clarity is denied and sealed with a hit… I’ve had enough – take another Prozac I make my choice – no need to think I’ve had enough – take another Prozac Another fix derides the will to oppose Silenced and beaten down By a ‘normalized’ environment A man torn from reality, caged and caved in -Time to put the needle to the test
Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025
Flooded with crap creating overdose Abundance of junk – creativity is lost Mediocre at best, just chugging along Just the same shit in a different coat It seems like they all enjoy & compete To rip off bands that had ‘the beat’ It just ain’t worth a thing If it ain’t got that swing All your riffs sound the same My attention, just fades! It seems like they all base their songs On that one riff that rocks their world So please make sure there’s a Difference between two songs I can’t even hear the Difference between two bands Flooded with crap creating overdose Just the same shit in a different coat
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 26, 2025
Yeah baby, I’m on a roll Checkin booty walkin down da street Wicked playaz clear da hood Cause ya don’t wanna mess with me I’ll pull my piece out mothafucka I’ll put a fuckin cap in yer ass With my stiletto I’ll cut you up As you know my scars will last Got my bitches on my leather sofa Creamin in my Oldsmobile No compassion 4 human life You best take me 4 real
Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 26, 2025
What is this sitcom therapy what is this emulation of empathy? Trashcan dating big brother shows it’s a brothel of emotions Why the fuck should I care about a suburb bitch that can’t find a man? Why the fuck should I care about some fatass that eats himself to death? You tell me, why the fuck should I care? You tell me, what is this charade? Ratings are money, a life for profit you tell me, are you that liable? Trashcan dating big brother shows it’s a brothel of emotions
Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 26, 2025
Propagated to be the new world power Wartoys speak out your voice in a deadly manner Propagated to be the new world power Epitome of madness, the illusion of the free Imposing rules to apprehend control Defacing facts one dollar at a time The biggest farce now turns to crime Media corrupted, joining the plot Imposing the so-called free Is anyone free to breathe? Imposing rules for global control Pretending to defend the truth when cash is involved Media corrupted
Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 26, 2025
Come on see me now I used to live next door Until I spoke to satan I now live in a mental home Something snapped inside my head I killed my family with an axe I used to talk to satan, but now I’m all alone I’m restrained now with Haldol
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 26, 2025