Red in Tooth and Claw
There's no blood on the sand There's no sand anymore, there's no sky There is nothing but dreams And how the stomach burns since the last stone fell When I lick my wounds I can taste your relief But in anything you touch I will be I am the space between your hands Wait for me, wait for me Set the world on fire for me In anything you touch I will be And you will not understand Wait for me, wait for me Set the world on fire for me You shed bad dreams as you writhe I curl around the edge to tuck a little mouthful to sleep Don't let a single blow miss Just sink your teeth There's no choice anymore There is nothing but belief In anything you touch I will be I am the space between your hands Wait for me, wait for me Set the world on fire for me In anything you touch I will be And you will not understand Wait for me, wait for me Set the world on fire for me Let me sing it like you made me May it bring you what you gave me: Old eyes to see for you New heart to bleed for you In anything you touch I will be I am the space between your hands Wait for me
Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 26, 2025
This goes out to you Once you were my friend Someone who could go on where I would turn and run But we were different then, not so worn When last I heard your voice, you sounded like a ghost And now you're almost gone I'm so sorry This will not turn out as it should I'm so sorry And I would change it if I could Broken hearts are fragile The shards are sharp as knives, and bitterly cold The strength that drew you in became the wall that shut you out You ran, never looking back, and anyone who cared was made a liar But a safe road is hard to find when there's nowhere left to go I'm so sorry This will not turn out as it should I'm so sorry And I would change it if I could And I've spent too many hours diving back down in the mud to find some meaning in a madness that I never understood I am tracing, step by step, the rot and where it first took hold, back through the promises you've broken and the lies you must have told 'Cause something must have chased all the softness from your face Turned your eyes into a visor, pushed that hard mouth into place Some doors, when they've been closed, will not open for a grin There's no one on the outside And there's no way back in I'm so sorry This will not turn out as it should I'm so sorry And I would change it if I could I’m so sorry
Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 26, 2025
Bad blood wells from the troubled ground where prophets breed and faith comes cheap like fast words spilled from a careless mouth They’re hollow leeches, preying on our minds Small men kneel at the riverside This will be a fallow season Twelve dogs leashed in a salesman's yard Their bellies full, their fangs are greasy No fire, no dreams, no chase at heart The wild hunt has been tamed These are the signs Small men buy what they can't deny This will be a fallow season And the darkness will surround us Shadows grow like walls around us Rats and preachers hide in the corners Draw your knives It ain’t over Let the greedy strangle the blind Small men fall and their cities die Let this be a fallow season
Submitted by Immortal — Apr 26, 2025
Close your eyes, go to sleep Some things are just what they seem to be I don’t care for artful games Never doubt just what you mean to me I chased my heart out on my sleeve There it stays to guess at who you want to be And you may use it as you need For what it's worth, I think it is the best of me Strangely wrought, but freely given If you need it, have it all And in time you'll chase your demons off You'll run with the fire without burning out And if all should fail, you know I'd be there still I'm frail of heart, but I'm strong of will These are the facts Small things you might need to know some day So let your mind wander for a while You have the time The strangest dreams may yet come alive You’ll be all right Where you go is not my business But if I can, I'll guide you home And in time you'll chase your demons off You'll run with the fire without burning out If you fall, if you fail, you know I'll be there still I may be frail of heart, but I'm strong of will These are the facts Small things you might need to know some day There’s a minute in each hour when the thought is hard to hold There’s a hollow right at my doorstep where the draft is bittercold, and the pitfalls are too many and too close Some things are inconvenient to know That’s how it goes These are the facts Small things you might need to know some day if your world should come apart You might need to know some day
Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025
No oath guards their dreams No hope molds their schemes Down comes the curtain, up goes the puppetry Here come the moguls, dressed for the upper seats Name us hands and peasants Know our mettle when we crawl Curled beneath our lintels for a hammer that may fall Once the backbone, titans bent beneath the right Now a plump, decaying featherbed that smells of knives Rank pretenders, spurring us to lay our lives in the hands of the profiteers who'd eat the light Loud teeth made to gleam Won't be if they can seem warm like a person, cold like consistency, true like a newborn, whole like integrity Charming layers of menace Sleek suits, coming when they go Not one turn not planned The smiles, the ties, the yammer There's a stern wind singing in the trees tonight Find your strength in the will of root, it stays alive Make no tombs for the vermin built to warp your sight By our blood and soil: This effigy, it dies tonight All the giants are dead
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025
I'm coming down to pick a short straw To draw a fate out from a hand To sever ties I was not made for To ease the burden while I can Stay until it's over 'Till those lights are out of range It won't change a thing But it makes it easier to take You'll feel the slow hills behind me Down there the road ends, and it's done Did you mean to divide me? It doesn't matter, anyhow Stay until it's over 'Till that light is out of range It won't change a thing Just makes it easier to take You see, the spell must break at dawn If you look back, I will be gone And everybody's on their own What's yours is yours and yours alone Reach out into cold, empty air, like no one was ever there And you are running out of time If there's a way out here, it's mine At the end, call my name
You never learned to share You always thought you were the one who would land on your feet No matter who, no matter how Look behind you, baby, and you'll see the doors are slamming shut Listen to the whispers and the queasy feeling in your gut Your path was undisturbed by woes and cares You struck gold at every turning We were left with scraps and trinkets tucked between the bodies left behind Hiding in us, filthy parasites Worming through us, greedy and malign As they grow, we can't tell worth from price Eat us hollow, treacherous and blind But your spoils will come to lose their shine You'll wake each day to feel the noose is tighter 'Cause nothing rings as loud as truth and you will learn there is a price to pay Because we know the day will come when we'll stand over you and look down in your eyes and we will smile at you And we will tell you that your luck ran out and your life has been a barren, empty waste Hiding in us, filthy parasites Worming through us, greedy and malign As they grow, we can't tell worth from price Eat us hollow, treacherous and blind
Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 26, 2025
No one knows it like you do: If it's spoken, then it's true How you rumble in my ear You're in the way of how I'm thinking And I won't let anyone sit back and waste my time No one! Mazes, bold and shiny new High hopes, showy interludes Silver linings kill my clouds Your tinsel-town, I do not want it Perfect faces in a swarm This is where I draw the line You'd give me stones for eyes to see the heartland through inner city tears Lost without my kind Plastic painted people You claim it is a home and try to win me over by telling me I'm wrong You may choose your fortress But this is mine You'd give me stones for eyes to see the heartland through inner city tears Lost without my kind Sidewalks kill the spirit I've seen it all along You won't win me over by telling me I'm wrong This is my voice, my way Why would I let you undermine it? Choose your fortress This is mine You'd give me stones for eyes
Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025
There's a place by the water where the sea stands to win, where the waves bend their heads as if in grief And there's a hole in the levee where the tide washes in You'd be amazed at what is left when it recedes Songs buried with a friend drift back to flood your eyes again Drowned, renounced, disowned they crawl back home to grow And it seems it never will let you go and never, oh, never fade The hole where your heart belongs will remain Don't turn your back on that dark pool What it swallows, it keeps, forever rolling in the billows You know that if the wind turns inland, breakers white over the shoals, all it carries will be flung back up on the shore 'Cause some things have no end The waves will bring them back again to join their own Sad and cold and slow And it seems it never will let you go and never, oh, never fade The hole where your heart belongs will remain Dead things born again Dead things brought home again You know it won't let you go and never, oh, never fade The hole where your heart belongs will remain
Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 26, 2025
Wake a beast that sleeps Feed it right: Love to wake it, pain to make it grow And feel it claw its way up through the dirt until the beat is running through you Puns and whispers, words that weep: This is what I chose to be Name yourself to run with the underdogs It withers if you tame it It withers and is gone And no matter how you play it, it's still my song We've died to give it life Down below, where the music is relentless and the truth is colder Where old kings fall apart we tore our gods to shreds and fed the bitter pieces to each other Break your back on entropy and swallow down the legacy Pay your dues to howl with the underdogs It changes as you name it It changes and moves on And no matter how you play it, it's still my song So take my love and fear and dreams and all the secrets that my tomb will hold Make from the ghosts that crowd my mind a single thing that will hold The bruised and seething hearts believe and bleed for it so faithfully And when it grows and roars, it feeds back into to those who made it be to be eyes for those who lost their sight, and strength for those who lost the fight, A tongue for what you cannot speak and life for all that couldn't be And nothing you can say or do will ever take that away from you But it can't be shared with anyone who doesn't know or won't belong 'Cause all your soul is what it takes Hold your heart out 'till it breaks Then you own the music of the underdogs
Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 26, 2025