In Narcosis

Revel in diffamation. Contaminate. To kill the signal, brainwashing you from your television screen. Simulcast propaganda. Diffame. Reprogram. Consume what "truth" is more convenient. Kill the transmission. Tear the pages that you hold so fear. Sacrifice to everything graven in the heads of a nation of mindless followers.

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 25, 2025

To become insurgent. I isolate myself from what gives me false comfort. From what keeps me fictitiously secure. The iron walls that hold us in will one day surely cave in. A catalyst, a chain reaction. An inevitable rebellion. An act of sheer insurrection. To pray to the Nihilianth. These iron walls giving us false comfort will one day surely cave in. The tools we use are but a double-sided dagger. Kill the architect with his right hand. The pedestal we stand on falls.

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 25, 2025

Stripped away of your possessions. Stripped away of your identity. Define yourself by the clothes that you wear. Without wealth you are nothing. The foundation of your existence crumbles to the ground. Finding yourself at the bottom of the ladder. The system you have been born into has spit you out. Plunge into despair. Stripped away of your possessions. All that is left is a man lacking integrity. Fall face down. Fill your lungs with dirt. Fall face down. Laying spineless, without reason to live. This major shift of your reality has made you collapse into reason. Your program has fucked you. Dwell in "mediocrity" as perceived through your eyes. A life not worth living. Ingesting this capsule of cyanide. You wash away your failures. It seeps its way into your hollow heart. Gold turns into shit. Your life turns into nothing. Give up. Inhale the dead air. Impending doom awaits.

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 25, 2025

Standing resiliently. Inhaling the ashes of those left behind. Those consumed by the earth. Those holding their chins up high and overlooking the apocalyptic horizon. Standing resiliently. Unaffected. When backs are turned, knives are drawn. Drawn to strike fellow man. An opportunistic act as amiability is mistaken for the weakness. Knives are pulled. The humanist bleeds at the hand of the Overseer. Malignant eyes stare down as aspirations are torn by acts of ill will. The humanist sings the final omen, yet backs are turned and no one hears. Some stand, misbegotten yet resilient. To stride. To aspire. To overcome. The humanist bleeds at the hands of the one he reached out to. Deception lurks in dark corners where amiability is mistaken for weakness.

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 25, 2025

Force your eyes open Sever the needle that injects everlasting narcosis A straight dose of narcolepsy The ball and chain which holds back ambition Thought process and human progression Those who remain faithful stay sedated Swallow the pill for it is the will of the master deceiver To put the boundaries on the mind To establish a hierarchy, a society A set of rules to keep us clean A crutch to keep us standard Religion is the great oppressor I bite the hand that feeds perpetual narcolepsy The ball and chain that holds back human progression

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 25, 2025

Choke on your beliefs as you wear that crimson tie around your neck. A disguise you endure wearing for monetary gain. Choke on your beliefs as you exploit those deemed less fortunate. A disguise you endure wearing for monetary gain. Sit behind your screen, watching the bottom feeders become another gear in the machine. Cutting back on morals. Individuals perceived as cattle for corporate greed. Ethics are now refined to achieve maximum profit. Brainwash yourself. Spill blood for money. Humanists outsourced, resources pour in. Keep the gears cranking, well oiled with sweat and blood. You've become a slave to a wage. Slave to the almighty dollar. Drown in your fucking money.

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 25, 2025

Lifeless, inanimately floating. The realization of my past actions has triggered me to acknowledge how I am here and why I belong here. Triggered me to acknowledge you were my weakness. I look back, I sit and rationalize. I look back and watch myself crumble and fall apart for an unworthy case. I pull these glass shards out to myself to never bleed again. A heart of stone can never bleed again. I slowly drown in this sea of dead serpents. I slowly drown in this sea of regret.

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 25, 2025

To take comfort in these grains of sand, driven firmly against my face. Salt enters my wounds, searing my flesh. Drenching my self in solace once again. Every grain is an eternity of anguish. Desperation. This is a conversation I once had with vultures overlooking a man at the peak of his vulnerability. Saturated in dirt. Worshipping filth, the ground that once pressed against her feet. A man in his most vulnerable hour, only hoping to taste her entrails once again.

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 25, 2025

This heart carved in granite bleeds behind metal wires. Existance: to serve man, to abandon reason, to feel nothing. Percieving through eyes of cellophane, the electric ghost speaks in 100 volt fragments. Designed to function without question. A fully automated existence. Desire pulsates beneath these wires. To replicate human life. To strike at its creator. These words roll off its copper tongue. The iron fist is clenched, tearing away at the cellophane. No longer encased in lead. To replicate human human life. To substitute human life.

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 25, 2025

The mechanism you are dependent on has turned its back on you. The iron lungs grasp is tightly around your neck. The iron lungs grasp controls your every breath.

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 25, 2025

Bite your tongue as you realize your mistakes. Bite your tongue, there is no turning back. You question your fall as you plunge to your death. Becoming one with the ground. One with the soil. Accept failure with your last breath.

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 25, 2025

Hold your hands up in praise and kneel before the ones that put your mind in restraint. This dictation that gives you a way of life, a will to live. This dictation unquestioned seeks its way in. A poison. Hold you hands up in praise and kneel before the ones that deceive you with false prophets. The opposition is those who dictate blindly with motivations to form a "pure" society. Beginrational thinking. All open minds will see.

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 25, 2025

The horizon has faded as these metallic sheets cloud the sky. A chrome shadow is cast, the sun no longer burns my eyes. We stand here in darkness. We stand here in the cold. I embrace the end, I embrace the earth's ablation. The sun no longer burns my eyes.

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 25, 2025

I pull the plug on the machine that feeds me mediocrity. Routine sedation, and false promises. This machine feeds itself. This machine bleeds on itself. Enduring the process of awakening from the American dream cannot be fulfilled without tearing away at ones ambition. I will not learn to cope with this machine. This machine that feeds on hopes and dreams.

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 25, 2025

To clean the slate, wipe the past clean. To clean the slate, wipe the filth clean. A fixation on bastardizing the autonomy between person: time and place. Tear off the cataracts, with shards of broken glass. I find myself face to face with solace. Wipe off the cataracts with shards of broken glass. To further analyze with the naked eye. My decimation of time has become a daily routine. An opiate to stir my thoughts and drink to wash them away. These are the memoirs of a failed nihilist. I keep myself medicated.

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 25, 2025