Face No More
Passing the slotmachine on his way to work The digital voice dares him to try his luck. Each morning it is just the same. Voices tell him: play your game. Every morning he will play, But today it was his day. In the slot he drops a dime. Holy joker. Luck this time. Sudden pain in each limb Unknown powers crushing him. Bones are cracking, you can hear His face shows sorrow and fear. The torture has no mercy and no end. His body shivers of excitement. Muscles melting, come apart To the rythm of his heart. He implodes into himself His guts are splattered on the shelve. Arms and legs just disappear and There's no more real body here. The eyes pop out, run down his face. This being is human disgrace. Broken bones and bubbling skin Become a human slotmachine. Digital voice Leaves him no choice Even lost his name Just to play a game. It'll never be the same Play your game Play your game
Submitted by The Void — Jun 22, 2026
Agonizing screams tear the silence. Anguishly shrieking animals Get suspended from their feet. Blood gushes down the glossy hooks. Distorted by pain and in fear of death Bodies crash together With every move the glossy hooks Rip the bones and the sinews more apart. The man with the blood spilled plastic aprone Cuts all animals' veins With every heartbeat more blood flows. Bodies struggle into a paddle of spittle The belt of death works every day And thousands start the journey today. To land fresh on your dishes, Mangled on their smear calves The drove moves like a crusade to the decapitator Tortured in fear and pain. The dripping creatures scream for the last time But that disturbs no one anymore. The head gets detached, the innards dismembered. Then they are washed and shaved. Clean but decapitated they are now to loose their skin. The wraps come to present deep red and gleaming. The veins, sinews and muscles are wrenched out. Now, everyone can see that it has to be first class quality. Lifeless and cold the wraps soar To the endprocessing. The fresh meat will be sawn and hacked. Then at least, really good packed. To supply this excellent meat, They raise thousands of years breed. They are intelligent enough to provide themselves, To fight against disease and build concrete cages. One day the time will come When they are ripe for the bloody abattoirs Because they breed themselves to be slaughtered And to end as a homo sapiens burger...
Submitted by The Void — Jun 22, 2026
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Late at night, can't fall asleep, Stand up and turn the TV on. You see the war, it's all live, All the killing live on screen. After an hour, of all that stuff You go to bed coz' you've had enough. The morning after, you buy the paper, And some books about the war. It's great to give everyone such precise information It's cool to hear the news in the middle of the night. News of cruelness, insane bombers and soldiers going to fight. During breakfast, Ain't it sweet. Your children count dead bodies while the eat. The headline says, an average man, Raped a girl, just six years old. At the hospital, the same day The little girl just dies away. It's great to give everyone such precise information Ain't it cruel, when a young girl gets fucked to death? And everyone can share the action, the next day on television. The best thing, that you can do, Is to invade and sell private affairs, But someday, and that's true The mediaspectacel will get back to you. When reporters, ring at your bell. Your ass will already be going to hell.
Submitted by The Void — Jun 22, 2026
Majestic arise the sun behind the top And dew peri down the leaf The forest awake, some animals shriek Some take a sleep, but then... The scream of a chainsaw destroys the idyll Defaced green dressed creatures without a will Stagger dripping the tropical forest down. Don't you hear them scream As they drop up into little pieces. Don't you hear them pray for dead As they slowly fall and die. Sadistic pigs search for new victims Slowly they saw through the strong wood. Bestial screams follow the cut And later get all limbs detached. White viscous blood flow down dead bodies. Do you see what we have destroyed? They clear the whole forest in a real short time But we all need it to breath and breath is life. Don't you hear them scream As they drop up into...
Submitted by The Void — Jun 22, 2026
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Submitted by The Void — Jun 22, 2026
You don't feel it first But suddenly there's a need An urge, creeping up on you Longing to be satisfied, now You know exactly what you want You check every corner of your room And there you see it The one thing that you need You reach out and touch...... You made it up in smoke You found, what you wanted It blows your mind, Up In smoke Satisfied, you're kicking back Your spirit floates away Into unseen dimension Your body could never reach
Submitted by The Void — Jun 22, 2026
There are movies that shows you heads turn into spiders Or bodies that mutate into different strange beings. We don't like horrormovies That use animals for the pleasure of blood Tortured or killed They are the heroes of the movie They help us forget the daily stress Watch the movies, the art of a generation That's learned to live with the blood. We watch the news and see pictures of the cruel mankind We're shoked too as we see them run each other through Brutally and merciless, But it's real and not some kind of effects. People that can't tell real violence from the art of FX's Should keep their noses out of that kind of business. Watch other movies, 'cause nobodys forcing them.
Submitted by The Void — Jun 22, 2026
Contended the slimy director sit in his chair With the big cigar and a fat belly. He takes a view of the force Without going out of his office. He has all he wanted: car, business and success. Only friends and real love is what he misses. Every worker smiles really friendly When he comes through the door Because they really kiss his ass for all the Money which he has got. Really happy pounchy pig Really happy bigwig bastard Nice cool dress, fat and rich But you don't understand that all is wrong. Like a brainwave it has come Down to africa now he's gone. He is down there and now he catches The first black girl that he can touch. Flying back to marry her. Do you think it's a great pair? Proud is he, that little bug To pose by his friends with the black dug. But the sun and the ozon dispatch her right into the bones. After a short sickness she dies in his hands. Now she is dead, but what does it matter. He flys back to buy someone better.
Submitted by The Void — Jun 22, 2026
The alarm clock rings Time to make a stand. See what the day brings For our two faced man. Breakfast with the family Scrambled eggs and a cup of tea. He's well known at his working place. His boss just loves his smiling face. At five o'clock erveryone goes. What he does, nobody knows. Killing and raping is his game Nobody knows his real name Try to catch him, if you can We just call him the two faced man. He thinks it's nice If he can slice A young girls meat Into pieces nice and neat. To put an end to this disgrace He held a barrel to his face. He blew a bullet through his head Just to make sure, he was dead. Killing and raping was his game No one knew his real name The ghost of death caught up with him The two faced man could never win.
Submitted by The Void — Jun 22, 2026
Did you want it, that way or is that How it's got to be. Thrown against the wall shattered. Do you wanna see me drag myself along Or is that finally enough for you. What else could you expect from me. Ilm not the future and fortune. I can't offer you a golden castle. You got all that I can give. Exit I quit I don't want it no more I can't do it no more Why doesn't that ever stop Torment without an end Exit I quit Can't you see, I can't go on. I quit running. With tears in my eyes, scared And totally down and out.
Submitted by The Void — Jun 22, 2026
3 pm, you're at work You sit there, nothing to do Bored to death, it's killing you TV is the password, yeah 4 pm, you sweat all over Your body shake all over Feel you're gonna throw up TV is the password, yeah This is TV callinq I'm your master This is TV calling I'm your life This is TV calling I'm your blood This is TV calling I'm your soul 5 o'clock, the torture is over Off work, running back home. You see the pictures in your mind You're addicted to black and white. This is TV calling........ Now, it's 6 o'clock, you're satisfied. Got yourself the latest movie. Don't care about wife and children. Totally unimportant, anyway. Why don't you watch horror-movies, That's high-culture-education. Your kids could learn something And your wife would get so wet. This is TV calling........
Submitted by The Void — Jun 22, 2026
Kirsty awakes, with a tale to tell But nobody listen in Doc. Channards hospital. Until the police come up with a duet of bodies And a matrasse soaked in gore from hell. Now the Doctor has his appetite whet And resurrects old Julia back from the dead. But this corpse lacks human matter So she has to kill for the substance of life. But Doc. Channard wants things to get going. He gets Kirsty to salve the mistery of the cube. She manages to clear the way, to open the gate. And call the servants of lust and hate. Here come the cenobites crashing, Thrnugh the bounderies of death. But they feel that the one that calls Is not the one that desires The knowledge of the flesh. Julia shows Channard the secrets. Shows him Leviathan. Lord of the Labyrinths. To then trow the Doc. into the gulfs. We have such sights to show you We have eternity to know your flesh Kirsty now searches for her father in hell And find oncle Frank sworn with revenge. But Julia has a bone pick with her lover Frank. So she picks his heart right out his trunk. Kirsty decides, enough is enough And eleminates Julia, shit, isn't life tough? Meantime, the Doctor has risen from his curse. He searches the one who has put him there. He's really pissed off, so you better take care. At this point, everybody gets heavily cross. The Pinhead now wants Kirsty to meet her fate. But she has a picture when he still was human. He remembers, but now it's too late. Because Doctor Channard wants his life. He challenges the Bytes to the final battle And slaughters them, no mercy, only splatter. Tiffany and Kirsty snatch the cube And crawl for their lives. But the Doctor is quicker and longs for their flesh. Maybe a bit to eager, because he really fucks up. With gigantic strength he tears himself apart. The two kids flee with the aid of the cube. Back to reality, just before the tear folds up. You summon... they come. Pinhead and Butterball. The Chatterer and the female one.
Submitted by The Void — Jun 22, 2026