Hang Em High
Hang em 'til the last ones dead Hang em 'til the last ones dead Hang em 'til the last ones dead Let them know we're coming out to kill Behind gentle eyes, beneath Brooks Brother's gray The cold calculations of the beast burn hard For West Virginia miners And CONAIE in Ecuador For Delhi child labor And Niger Delta poor We kill We kill We kill We kill ....die!!! Let's hang em fucking high
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jul 08, 2026
Crawling out en masse, they gather Turkey flop platoons, will scatter Drag-queen ninjas dance, pirouetting Always 'scene' and never heard, these core eyesores What have we learned, in seventeen years Of glam-rock in the grave? -That history repeats itself...again ...And right on cue, Pavlov's dogs will dance "Like dude, this band just sucked until they broke it down!" ...its coming yet again, I think I feel it, its coming right now...dance you fashion fuckers! Brie Brie Brie! (It's a fucking good cheese!) You gotta love it! Always posing, my space whoring Mascara and sleeve tattoo Narcissists in 'youth small' clothing ...next Nirvana, where are you?
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jul 08, 2026
From 'shock and awe' to 'cut and run' The parlance of our times Is shut your mouth or ship it out "We don't need you traitorous swine!" Tropes that tie the noose- From mediating whores To bastard criticizers Who dare to question W's war Vagaries of verse In sound-bite serenade The Crawford-Texas curse? Veracity is vilified again! Boiling under pressure Quixotic aspirations hem the wheel And the blindness of the captain Steers Jesusland through icy waters still Full steam ahead!!!
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jul 08, 2026
Line by line the artifacts spilling across a Western world awash in imagery and apathy entrenched We dine together in here on stark, immiserating axioms Make our beds, dig our graves Bled from this cold irrationality onto the corpse of a world We never asked for
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jul 08, 2026