The Colossus of Destiny
I'm sick of trying, I'm sick of trying, all my My useless crying, my useless crying gets me It gets me nothing, it gets me nothing, I know I'll never beat you And so I bang my head Pounding the walls 'til I see red I bang my head I'm biding my time until I'm dead It gives me courage It gives me courage to be So discouraged, So discouraged And I don't have to worry Don't have to worry I know I'll never beat you So I bang my head Pounding the walls 'til I see red I bang my head Biding my time until I'm dead Give up Give up, submit, and say you're wrong Give up Give into me, give up, give up, submit And say you're wrong Give up I'm sick of trying, I'm sick of trying all my My useless crying Useless crying gets me It gets me nothing I know, I'll never beat you And so I bang my head Pounding the walls 'til I see red Bang my head Biding my time until I'm dead Give up. give up submit, and say you're wrong Give up. give unto me
Submitted by Pestilence — Mar 26, 2026
It's amazing Turn around and look at the whole thing All together and take a big black bite of me I was lonely, and there ain't a whole lot of holding on, going on You were dreaming I slept while you did the thinking Thought a long time and took a big green bite of me He was crazy, and there ain't a whole lot of holding on, going on We were happy Don't know which way I was crawling Shook around here, and stole a big mean bite of me It was heavy, and there ain't a whole lot of holding on, going on Monotone gaze and I won't forget it Mini tone monster tower now you won't need it You said no one cares, no one cares about you I'm amazed how you move around like you have to
Submitted by Pestilence — Mar 26, 2026
I can feed From the angel On down here To blow my mind I'm away From the nail All we be Will come alive And you are My horrid Rotten rings are wrong Away from the mangle where we don't need I got the one to make me alright We ride For never Nothing can or will Rise We fight At zero Come holy rise 'round Do you will? We will in Hired hand for the eye They are alive and wasted on me You are so even Will you leave me? Will you ask in ten days When I'm not worried? Are they really harmless? I don't believe them None of us None of us don't know Sat down on the dusk
Submitted by Pestilence — Mar 26, 2026
I like your hands Mr Cancer see Fell the timber I felt you be And if you were Just like your will We can end up And we can turn up And we can bleed When man's only distant relative Has descended on his own You will know Your blessened I can feel you, babe Your man-like Your friendly Your me I like your hands Mr Cancer see
Submitted by Pestilence — Mar 26, 2026