random.access.misery
Six feet closer to god BLOOD OF CHRIST That I no longer seek CRUCIFUCKED No longer turning the other cheek When the bleach no longer cleans Lace me up in black, let my wrist paint the sink BLOOD OF CHRIST that I no longer seek CRUCIFUCKED No longer turning the other cheek When the bleach no longer cleans Lace me up in black, let my wrist paint the sink And the cycle keeps repeating (We will bathe in the tears of god (TEARS OF GOD) till we rust like the nails hammered to the cross) Let me wash my hands of me I saw through holy light as though the stars shot from my eyes Is there anything left to say? Sign my wrist and let this blade do the talking Under the fluorescence cold where the light shall surely soon depart me (depart me) Spoiled substance fill me up with misery Until i lose the memory succumbing to my injuries of gods deeds (of gods deeds) Like a canker sore on the lips of the lord They would never dare to speak my name Until i close my eyes I’ll only feel myself in pain No one will miss me when i’m dead (We will bathe in the tears of god (TEARS OF GOD) till we rust like the nails hammered to the cross) (We will bathe in the tears of god (TEARS OF GOD) till we rust like the nails hammered to the cross) WE ALL RUST BLOOD OF CHRIST That I no longer seek CRUCIFUCKED No longer turning the other cheek When the bleach no longer cleans Lace me up in black, let my wrist paint the sink ON MY KNEES So he can martyr me? CANONISED Rip me apart like the other saints? When the bleach no longer cleans Lace me up in black, let my wrist paint the sink We all leave in a bodybag Home sweet home in a casket We all leave in a bodybag Home sweet home in a casket We all leave in a bodybag
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
I found God At the edge of a razor Guiding my hands through my wrist like paper Self sutured, stigmata Piano wire thread Peak through my wounds and I'm shocked to see red Failure Paint the walls with nothing but my Failures Until the world sees nothing of my Failures I'll stain this flesh Until the needles in my wrist begin to rust and break Lost in between the lace, lonely body faint Stained across the walls until my flesh begins to Waste, unfamiliar ache, cynical the taste Dreaming of a life to grieve as though I'm dying Saint Hydrochloric Apotheosis discarded Saint Numb above us Misdiagnosis of being And I can tastе the porcelain And I can see through the holеs in my hands Scrape me against circuits Until the body renders me worthless Scrape me against circuits Until the body renders me worthless Blessed are the sick (So sick) So I guess that makes me a saint (Makes me a saint) So place a blade between my hands (Let it out) And I'll pray for pain Fuck Oh God, will this ever fucking end? Parade this grief upon my skin 'Cause this flesh is a prison and the mind is a cell So I'm staring at God as I walk backwards into Hell Hell I'm walking backwards into Hell (And I can see through the holes in my hands) (Let it out, no, no, let it out) I'm walking backwards into Hell
Submitted by NecroLord — Jun 24, 2026
Tuck (me in) So red (and warm) Stitch me to your spine and let me ease your nerves Scour with bleach, rinse and repeat, but it won't go away Scour with bleach, rinse and repeat, but it won't go away Scour with bleach, rinse and repeat, but it won't go away Scour with bleach, rinse and repeat, but it won't go away Close (the drapes) Fall (back asleep) 15 seconds sour becomes 15 seconds sweet Scour with bleach, rinse and repeat, but it won't go away Scour with bleach, rinse and repeat, but it won't go away Scour with bleach, rinse and repeat, but it won't go away Scour with bleach, rinse and repeat, but it won't go away Split lip, lit cigarette, lipstick (I can taste the sweat on your lip) New flesh, old symptoms, still sick (Let bleed till it's seamless) Ghosts between the silk (No, don't let it go, I wanna know what God is) I wanna know what God is (Mother Morgue) won't you open your loving arms? Split lip, lit cigarette, lipstick New flesh, old symptoms, still sick What's beyond the pavement When the gutters are filled with shit? (Filled with shit) Close the drapes, fall back asleep 15 seconds sour becomes 15 seconds sweet "Like they, they think it's right to murder. They want to murder. Look at all the people - and they get a kick out of it, a sexual kick out of it. The whole thing, I think it's sick." Sick Sick Sick Sick Oh so sick So sick I'm sick
Submitted by NecroLord — Jun 24, 2026
spit around the lisp and till you slip the tongue open up the wrist st-t-t stitch it up spit around the lisp and till you slip the tongue open up the wrist st-t-t stitch it up break bread [break bread] heretic! [hypocrite] its all spoiled flesh until the needle slips define heaven until it’s sin or it’s ignorance is bliss nail myself to the cross when i count the stars i cant see the light martyr, spit out [waste] wasting and wasting reduced until it’s nothing a splinter a sickness a nausea I’ve come to call my own schizophrenic or synthetic? I’m apathetic schizophrenic or synthetic? I'm a-a-a-a [until we’re out] too late I’m out of time place the coins on my eyes no point in getting close cause I’m already empty i let them pick me clean carve myself from your body left lying on the floor again i guess it sums it up always the same sick fuck eat away what surrounds me again paint me chrome and cold let me sell my soul paint me chrome and cold let me sell my soul [let me sell my soul] when i count the stars i cant see the light martyr, spit out this is misery illustrated in flesh sealed with a bullet and a kiss god bless this mess paint me chrome and cold let me sell my soul
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
She spoke of paradise, while sinning in the heavens She spoke of paradise, while sinning in the heavens Oh, my head is a hearse Oh, my head is a hearse (Let it die) What a waste She writes her name in the dirt Picking roses with her teeth until her tongue starts to hurt What a waste She traced a cross on her wrist She stood there aghast with pins in her flesh She spoke of paradise while sinning in the heavens But I see nothing worth the spit upon the soil Psycho, suffer Lovesick until the vomit tastes of bliss Humidity stretches under the frail flesh She's running out of bones to pick No flowers, no funeral Rest in piss She keeps her suffering well fed I count the sins on her neck She traced a cross on her wrist And carved my name in her chest Psycho Suffer Psycho Suffer with me Oh, my head is a hearse Oh, my head is a hearse (Let it die) She spoke of paradise, while sinning in the heavens (Let it die) But I see nothing worth the spit upon the soil (Let it die) She spoke of paradise, while sinning in the heavens (Let it die) But I see nothing worth the spit upon the soil (Let it die)
Submitted by SerpentEve — Jul 14, 2026
I dried my tears and then I wet my wrist Washed down my sins and swallowed myself sick Defined by flesh until it eats the skin Stepped off the ledge and welcomed myself in Spit it out I hope it makes you feel sick in your mouth The sour taste, you'll spit it out I hope it makes you feel sick in your mouth I hope it makes you feel sick Tin foil tourniquet I need a splint to hold these stiffened legs Prosthetic pity you'll spit when 19 days end Leave 'em in a water tank face full of duct tape Leave 'em in a water tank face full of duct tape Leave 'em in a water tank face full of duct tape Leave 'em in a water tank face full of duct tape Spit it out I hope it makes you feel sick in your mouth The sour taste, you'll spit it out I hope it makes you feel sick in your mouth I hope it makes you feel sick The taste is never leaving The taste is never leaving Dead eyes always dreaming I hope it makes you feel sick, bottoms up bitch Phlegm and bile A bitter tide rising Just a taste of her twisted, technicolour yawn You're gonna need a baptising Look at that You're giving up your soul now, soul now Get it back You're gonna wanna know how, know how Rabid like an animal That go wild, go wild Vomit up her body Let it flow out, flow out Psych Bitch, it's over for you Take a good look at what you've consumed Involuntary digestion of aqueous cadaver Spit it out I dried my tears and then I wet my wrist Washed down my sin and swallowed myself sick I hope it makes you feel sick Spit it out I hope it makes you feel sick in your mouth The sour taste, you'll spit it out I hope it makes you feel sick in your mouth I hope it makes you feel sick
Submitted by SerpentEve — Jul 14, 2026
Split my head open (Search through the static) Scan the barcode, collect the prize God damn, could you put it against my brain? To formed to think but not enough to care I would've done it, I could've done it I should've done it Snap off the synapse to relapse and feel something It tastes better when the feelings lack 'Cause my hairline trigger couldn't fill a body bag Drag the mud through the carpet (Carpet) Just to swing from the attic (Attic) Waste! Waste! Buried in my own decay Just a nameless face that won't mark a grave Waste! Waste! Buried in my own decay Holding off the day with one foot in the grave Got a vinegar tab on my tongue 'Cause I can't savour the sickness That's burning in my lungs Like a bleach burden, slit wrist sermon Pain on the porcelain now you fucking feel something? So what's in the basement if the whole house is fucked? 'Cause I'm grieving from the gutter Until my conscience starts to rust (I feel the rust) Let me access the misery Peel myself from the pavement Snap off the synapse to relapse and feel something Snap off the synapse to relapse and feel something Snap off the synapse to relapse and feel something Snap off the synapse to relapse and feel something (Split my head open) (Split my head open) (Split my head open) (Split my head open) Waste! Waste! Buried in my own decay Just a nameless face that won't mark a grave Waste! Waste! Buried in my own decay Holding off the day with one foot in the grave Waste! Waste! Waste! Waste! Waste! Waste! (Buried in my own decay) Waste! Waste!
Submitted by NecroLord — Jun 24, 2026
She wept through sacraments As though it martyred me Now canonised through mortal punishment In silence as we seethe Sour psalms (Sour psalms) Signed in salt (Signed in salt) Do you feel sick yet? Do you feel sick yet? My God is the space between a blink and a tear Such undesirable moments and still I held them dear Can you hear the silence as we seethe? And you will fear the misery I seek You will find Hell in me You will find Hell in me You couldn't bloom if you were hanging by your fucking neck On the stem of rose (On the stem of a rose) So you can wash the body in the river But it will never be clean Part your hands and tie the rope around your neck If suicide is sin, then we're all heathens in the end
Submitted by NecroLord — Jun 24, 2026
(Slip into sleep, sink into the soil) (Slip into sleep, sink into the soil) (Slip into sleep, sink into the soil) I won't let me out (Slip into sleep, sink into the soil) (Slip into sleep, sink into the soil) I won't let me out (Slip into sleep, sink into the soil) Until it hurts Until the noise stops Until the misery blackens my lungs Anything to feel something Anything to feel something (Mouth filled with stones, I feel…) Unfamiliar textures That I was always far too blind to see (Far too blind to see) Now inconsistent stitches That I've opened now they swallow me (I can't see, I can't see) Place me between your teeth and smile Colour me red Place me between your teeth and smile Colour me red (Mouth filled with stones, I feel cold) (I feel so alonе, I feel...) Dressed in my Sunday flesh, I pray that God would wеlcome me Why would he welcome a wretch like me? No comfort found in white picket fences A shallow grave stretched as far as the eye can see And what it takes to conceal this sickness Is not something I'm prepared to be "I tell myself, so many times, that I don't even exist anymore." Until it hurts Until the noise stops Until the misery blackens my lungs Anything to feel something Anything to feel something Anything to feel something Anything to feel something Anything to feel something Anything to feel something
Submitted by NecroLord — Jun 24, 2026