The Tongueless

Self made Self loathed No demons but our own Self made Self loathed Self seeded we erode Not in the hope business World eaters Cold hands clench plastic death Objects of dread Failed mutations gather Mistakes our own Holding up a mirror Monster on show Sow fear Know power Every beast devoured No solace No shelter Every ape shall suffer Self made Self loathed Self seeded we erode Fresh heads on the hydra Guilt is grown Fresh heads on the hydra Burden is towed Sow fear Know power Every beast devoured No solace No shelter Every ape shall suffer

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 25, 2025

I shame you Cause me to droop Drain my collagen I shame you A captive orca's fin A mast unsettling Uncertainty is sown You'll expose no hope now Our ship is on fire Soul-less pursuit of natures effigy All hail the hunter Death throes and thunder sear in my horrors Rebranding the circus as beauty ensnared by the weak I guess some creatures were bred for abuse Higher mammals - they're always muzzled Pre-sale the tickets while you're still breaking them in Beasts of greater worth Plagued by chimps atop highest perch Mark these words Unable to weep The tongueless will haunt us Unable to speak

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 25, 2025

Favour blood lines Dogs tortured Ire purpose split to the core Ushered into the pit Hell's arena The vulgar dance Elegant defeatists Knee deep in vipers Split to the core Now i pour my illness into your eyes Artfully cruel litmus beings Swabs of defeat Elegant defeatists Knee deep in vipers Through the filth, the gristle, the shit Objects of dread - the negative results Now I pour my vast illness An all too human sickness into your eyes Just apes in the pit Artfully cruel

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 25, 2025

We a mere blink in earth's eye We're too late We a mere blink in earth's eye No gods, deaf to our cries Flawed, mistaken - surrender flesh No gods, gluttons - gather the flies Fear not, we cripple on, we're too late (Livestock in the crush Violence justified A moving wall of flesh and trinkets All we've done matters not Without man this sphere will cripple on Long overdue is our kinds head on the block Axe sweet drop and chop chop chop) The last herd into the crush We're too late The axe shall swing for us Flightless birds Failed giants Bleak broods We're too late Sobering truth The last march Made wingless to be consumed Lead me down to the path of the slaughter yard Lead me down to the path

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 25, 2025