Malpractice
EP • 1996
I feel like all is slipping away It doesn't bother me anymore Caught in this broken old machine Feels like this is my last day Covered in hate and shattered nerves Don't think you're having all the fun I know that help will never arrive Still I'm hard as fuckin' steel Blood and fire everywhere They left me here all alone Help me I've got no soul to sell I'm just on my way to hell Full of broken thoughts He cannot repair Everyone he knows Goes away in the end Trying to alleviate his loneliness A forfeit will be his deficient life He pushed the gun into his mouth Maybe problems don't have no solutions
Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 25, 2025
Created as an image of God To be tall-standing and perfect An outstanding paragon Of cute furry animal But the lure of the left-hand path Had it's way with mankind Our narrow sighted ways Have finally turned against us In front of our eyes We find things so good But our rotten attitude Make 'em have their end We go How low we can go Hello Aren't we indeed so fow Mind Yes of course we do mind Bind Our primitive minds Oh no Reflections do not flow Show us The direction to go Mind Yes of course we do mind Bind Our primitive minds We are unspeakable We are bad We are unreliable We are sad We are losers We are sinners We are no good We are not winners
Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 25, 2025
I feel no sorrow as I go Down my stream of tomorrow I see you coming towards me You've never seen me before I feel your presence around me Don't dare to ignore You turn around and try to flee You're scared of my face I'm destitute of eyes you see You tighten your pace I am the masterpiece fade to grey I saw tomorrow as just another day I saw reflections my memories I fought infection with desperate remedies I feel no sorrow as you go Down my stream of tomorrow I am perpetual I'll never die Forever I will reign I am aggression I am lie I'll reign in pain Your scream for mercy I'll ignore I am hatred and disgust My abscessed face you abhor I am the lie you must trust
Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 25, 2025
Somewhere in a time to come There's nothing left from our generation Except this last asylum Where they've captured some of our thoughts Step inside and I'd like to show you something Choose a thought and it will come to you Unknown events unknown faces haunting They fill find your mind and finally you think it's true Welcome to mind museum Warehouse of ancient thoughts Take a round-trip Then you'll see 'em But only in your mind Inside this placid building There's nothing we can see or touch Entities of memories Exhibition of long gone thoughts Visions spinning in your head Caleidoscopic scenery Someone else's thoughts instead Logical refinery An enemy within your mind This strangest kind of registery Now there's thousand more inside Your life becomes a memory
Submitted by Immortal — Apr 25, 2025
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