Misery Index
Album • 2019
This is a code red This is the crown of ire As we decline Into the void of inveracity Where no one is to blame And nothing's ever real And death is what unites us... in fear As time dissolves Inside a blur of fragments And we decline Into the black of unreality A fundamental flaw A system overload Of means without ends We reap what we deserve
Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025
Captivate, prevaricate, the worst is the yet to come Just zero-sum directives, from silver, forked tongues A monumental fall, I stop, stare and contemplate how it ends... Crushed in between, underneath the wheel Do I have a future, in this desert of the real? Slow atrophy, schizophrenic dreams Do I need a conscience, in this nihilist regime? Sowing, seeds of distress, left, right, through the center Reveal the hidden hand, as it propagates vicious and false invective Decline and Fall—The spear of Osiris Decline and Fall—The kiss of oblivion Decline and Fall—The cult of deception Decline... and Fall No ties that bind, except the will to live Do I have a reason, something more than hate to give? Apex achiever, or food for the worms? Will I even care, once this world begins to burn? Sowing, seeds of distress, left, right, through the center Reveal the hidden hand, as it propagates vicious and false invective Decline and Fall—The spear of Osiris Decline and Fall—The kiss of oblivion Decline and Fall—The cult of deception Decline... and Fall In this, dead institution, nowhere to go but down Another day in the status quo, another drop in the well of wasted hopes Orphans, in narcosis, longing for a past that never was You're all dead to me, as lifeless as a corpse ground to dust Insects, entombed, the woe of time and doom I spit and curse each day I walk this blighted earth
Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 26, 2025
Calls of distress echo through the maze Whose name on the list is next? This caustic derision, the abject death As we collapse in this open-ended cage Now is all we have, Yet blind we dance into the void As we follow the one who leads from the rear Hail to the chief: megalomaniac! And we're hammering the nails down As we each die clinging to the lies that hold our world in place One by one, we reach the precipice As progeny of vice and avarice Bleak is the vision, the cult end-time These are the days of the faithless god And we're hammering the nails down As we each die clinging to the lies that hold our world in place Rivals—not equals, all against all Compassion rendered null and void Breach and division, moral charades Absurd inquisitions, sanity fades We fake dissent, we breed deceit Each fuels the other endlessly And we're hammering the nails down As we each die clinging to the lies that hold our world in place And we're hammering the nails down As we each die clinging... to our lies
Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 26, 2025
These bastards never die They just slip and crawl through the fallout filth Not one will deny The hairless apes achieved what their god designed As they wake from seventeen years entombed, dawn of the Necrocene arrived Spawn of nuclear waste, unearthed from ashes they arise. Offal of earth expelled, cast right out from her festering wounds Arc of time beset, this cadaveric discretion Rise, above, the archetype of man, a septic race is born Bleed and purge, a lesson never learned, like black, hissing roaches... They always, come back They always, come back... again Carved out from ice Parasites of neo-neolithic age Dregs of pestilence Children of the aftermath Rise, above, the archetype of man, a septic race is born Bleed and purge, a lesson never learned, like black, hissing roaches... They always, come back They always, come back Cryptic lifeforms and crumbling icons Ancestors, infected, they spread like viral fire Embalming, dissolving, the meek inherit nothing Scumrot humans, storming over, arctic deserts, A brave, new, world to conquer And spread their seeds in virgin waste... end all Spiral out, their dead-end lives, as carrion calls echo on Acid fields, rivers of tar, endlessly... they always come back
Submitted by Immortal — Apr 26, 2025
Sycophants storm the gate In vermin-hordes they swarm Contorted faces gripping torches in the afterglow First they castigate, then they obfuscate Truth is the void where reality will end The foulest walk among us Janus-faced and starry-eyed March to the piper’s tune Like rats they’ll follow - you just need a song to lead them Servants fawning, I Disavow This vile calling - I Disavow Who fears the anarchist? Who fears the terrorist? Truth is the void where reality will end Fictionaries fabricate And faccinate the minds of youth Posturing partisans Who fuel this nightmare with their solipsistic bullshit Servants fawning, I Disavow This vile calling - I Disavow Swastikinder, casualties of reason—your god’s a man of straw Ventriloquists, veritas in absentia Archetypes of a species yet to come The die is cast—no question’s ever answered A downward spiral into vertigo’s arms Who fears the anarchist? Who fears the terrorist? Truth is the void where reality will end A dialectic death-waltz Called ‘cards against reality’ A game we each play alone As gaslit martyrs for the overlords that feed us Servants fawning, I Disavow This vile calling - I Disavow and repudiate in full These jackals spit the venom of deception Sleepwalk, no rest for the ignorant Who cry wolf as their dragged from the womb Dry-dox, the pitchfork procession trolls on….and you are next
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025
Naysaying scum, betrayer of truth You will never know, "the truth" of your... deceit A scarecrow, that burns itself down Naysaying scum, you interloping infiltrators Vice and virtue, the same for a Naysayer The Scorning Naysayer, the Swarming Naysayers Quick to judge and run, a sadist on the prowl The Icon grotesque, an eater of the dead You feast on hope and world-weary flesh On castaways, on masses dispossessed You Naysaying beast, your vanity, an amulet of death Vice and virtue, the same for a Naysayer The Scorning Naysayer, the Swarming Naysayers Quick to judge and run, a sadist on the prowl A petulant child inept, and mired in punishment You are the one that history will soon forget Naysayer namenlos, like vermin swept from city streets Agent provocateur As you speak under the sands of time, Your spew and spite and spit all reeks of servitude Vice and virtue, the same for a Naysayer The Scorning Naysayer, the Swarming Naysayers Quick to judge and run, a sadist on the prowl
Carve your rights into your arm So they won't get taken away Trying in vain to figure it out Always thinking this is a waste Build it up high The further to fall Right down on you Wasting away Suffer more, suffer still Found release locked away No values anymore? Nowhere to turn, wasted away
Submitted by Warbringer — Nov 10, 2025
You thought he was dead It was just in your head You better get ready for Freddy You thought you saw him die But it's you who's crucified So now you'll pay for his sins He'll come while you sleep You're gonna rest in peace He's in the mirror hanging on the wall He'll rip out your chest Your body he'll molest Then laugh and use your blood To paint the walls First he kils one Then he kills two Number three on his list is you! He's the man of your dreams He lives to hear you scream That's his satisfaction guaranteed You thought you'd escape You felt that you were safe Then you felt his blade Around your neck He'll dice up your throat On your blood you'll choke None of this Freedy Kreuger will regret (by: Genocide Junkie)
Submitted by NecroLord — Nov 10, 2025
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