Behind the Wall of Sleep

Albert's kitchen was used for his gallery Where young kids would end up in his belly He ate kids like a fish would eat plankton With a spiked paddle Fish liked to spank them Shiver me timbers terrible old man Went fishing for kids in a sea made of land Ahoy there mateys believe if you can Albert Fish was a kid cannibal old man Albert fished in a lot of towns Hooking young kids all around He caught them with lures and bait Fish cleaned and cooked the kids he ate Shiver me timbers terrible old man Went fishing for kids in a sea made of land Ahoy there mateys believe if you can Albert Fish was a kid cannibal old man Shiver me timbers terrible old man Went fishing for kids in a sea made of land Ahoy there mateys believe if you can Albert Fish was a kid cannibal old man

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 24, 2025

Visions cupped within the flower Deadly petals with strange power Faces shine a deadly smile Look upon you at your trial Chill that numbs from head to toe Icy sun with frosty glow Words that glow read to your sorrow Words that glow read: "No tomorrow" Feel your spirit rise with the breeze Feel your body falling to its knees Take your wall of remorse Take your body to a corpse Take your body to a corpse Take your body to a corpse Sleeping wall of remorse Take your body to a corpse Now from darkness, there springs light Wall of sleep is cool and bright Wall of sleep is lying broken Sun shines in, you have awoken

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Nov 08, 2025

Slaughter thy poser, I'm thrashing him down Thrashing him into the ground Slamming our sledges down on their heads All posers soon will be dead Slicing and cleaving, enjoying their pain Carving our way to their brains Inflicting our vengeance, their makeup's now blood Feeding our dogs with their remains Torturing them with our weapons of pain All of their blood we will drain A swing of our axe and off comes his head All of the posers are dead His head in a vice, it would be very nice All posers will die by our hands We'll rip out their hair and burn out their eyes All of their blood we demand Slaughter thy poser, I'm cracking his face I'll shatter his skull with my mace Plunging our ice picks into their eyes All of the posers will die Slaughter thy poser, I laugh as he begs I'll saw of his arms and his legs, you faggot You poser, you cannot escape Your head I will crush like a grape

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 24, 2025

Jeffrey Dahmer wanted a freeze-dried man So he could do the things he enjoyed again and again Jeff said he'd fondle, rub, and lay with his freeze-dried man And pose him for pictures if flexible, with his Polaroid in hand Jeffrey had a plan To freeze-dry a man But the device was thirty grand So the thought was quickly canned He went to the taxidermist to inquire on how to freeze-dry He told the man it was for a rabbit, but that was just a lie Instead Jeffrey wanted to freeze-dry a man But the device was thirty grand, so the thought was quickly canned Jeffrey had a plan To freeze-dry a man But the device was thirty grand So the thought was quickly canned

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 24, 2025