Underworlds
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Sucked through a beam in familiar skies Glowing bodies, staring right through eyes wraparound Surrounded at the table by a crowd, they want your insides to figure out Wraparound eyes, they rip them out Sucked through a beam in familiar skies Glowing bodies, infinite eyes Surrounded at the table by a crowd, they want your insides to figure out Eyes, they rip them out
Submitted by NecroLord — Jun 23, 2026
You're face to face with your fate at the end of the chase You're face to face, try and make a narrow escape Your noose is cut loose, raised higher from the fire You're face to face, down deep in anguish, deeper cuts You're face to face, cut em down or turn to dust Your noose is cut loose, raised higher from the fire To what end, revenge You're face to face with your fate in the end For lack of grace, among men to reach the end Your noose is cut loose, raised higher from the fire
Submitted by NecroLord — Jun 23, 2026
Foiled those plans with a sleight of hand Weeded out 'til it stems up again Paragon pusher Who expels the waste that you see Who coughs up the fodder you read To nest unknown 'til they're force fed crow Harness Eden trees all lined up in rows Paragon pusher Stripped of chance from the tyrant's hand Cracked the glass down to grains of sand Chewed up and spit out Forced fed, worn down What was then, hell is now
Submitted by NecroLord — Jun 23, 2026
Labor pawn vagabond Never get shit for it Trapped inside the walls Barricades along the edge Labor pawn vagabond Never get shit for it Wrapped up in a grip Struck down by a whip Building a better life Wading through concrete Trapped inside the walls The plodding takes its toll Locked away The keep stays closed The weight unbalanced The climb unfolds
Submitted by NecroLord — Jun 23, 2026
Suffering Out in the streets Pushed with their backs to the wall Safe inside Glued to a screen Always believe what the headlines read They're born to be cogs in the machine
Submitted by NecroLord — Jun 23, 2026
Can you bind down the serpent, his tongue, with a rope? An underside of jagged rock, crooked teeth in rows You won't forget the struggle, if you avoid the feed Worming undercurrent, the tide belongs to me The swell of steam from his snout is like fire through the reeds His pungent breath makes them tremble in the dawning of disease Nothing on this earth is equal He was made to hold the sea creature without fear Everything under heaven belongs to me
Submitted by NecroLord — Jun 23, 2026
A run down society of mindless drones Their brain pollution infects the homes They're outside, they're breeding God fearing Splitting skulls, have 'em off Wrap 'em in a bag, burn 'em all Did you expect the havoc that unfurled the day you inherited the world? They're outside They're breeding Polluting Alive among the lifeless, alone among the swarm The keeper of the seed, the omega of the horde They're outside They're breeding Splitting skulls, have 'em off Wrap 'em in a bag, burn 'em all Did you expect the havoc that unfurled the day you inherited the world? Their brain pollution ruins home Now you walk with the mass of clones
Submitted by NecroLord — Jun 23, 2026
Awoken to the first swell of steam from the snout Affixed an array of tubes, pouring in or leaking out Tied down An entity of grotesque, so possessed A beast unkept, the fractured shell of congenital hereditary hell Inherit the white flag You're born in a bag Spawned a breed unplanned But once a grain of sand, now a plight to man Of creation's hand, like a slaughter to the lamb Once untold, now behold the ram's skull In a world gone mad Born in a bag, raised on a rag Inherit the white flag, like a hunter to the stag Of creation's hand, like a slaughter to the lamb Once untold, now behold the ram's skull
Submitted by NecroLord — Jun 23, 2026
Focused on the gleam of the razor's edge Mind is fixed on the surface just below the ledge Chase the clock around in circles Time moves slow for those, the slaves to the page They're gonna choke It's a crutch, but its never enough A moral crux They're born to cower in front of those bastards empowered The illusion of faction is all apart of the farce Chase the clock around in circles Or let 'em rot with a cross eternal A fucking crutch, but it's never enough Your moral crux
Submitted by NecroLord — Jun 23, 2026