Not Falling

Always, known in, all my time A little left of center now Reflect as I realize That all I need is to find the middle pillar path to sit like the sun by a star in the sky and just be Sinners, casting stones at me I, I stand, not crawling Not falling down I, I bleed the demons That drag me down I, I stand (For nothing) Not crawling (The center) Not falling down (Of calms within the eye) I, I'll bleed (For no one) The demons (But myself) That pull me down (For me and no one else) Goodbye, sunshine, I've put it out again, sad I'm over, personalities, conflicting I don't need you, or anyone, but me I'll just be, living my own life I feel my glowing center grow, infecting I feel alive Shovel dirt over lime Plant it in myself to sit like a seed under covers of earth and just be Sinners, pointing fingers at me I, I stand (For nothing) Not crawling (By myself) Not falling down I, I'll bleed (or no one) The demons (But myself) That drag me down I, I stand (For nothing) Not crawling (The center) Not falling down (Of calms within the eye) I, I'll bleed (For no one) The demons (But myself) That pull me down (For me and no one else) Come play kill (Refuse my body, refuse my shadow) Stone cold will (Refuse to lead this, refuse to follow) Bitter pills (Refuse to feed this, refuse to swallow) I'm fueled godless Come play, come play (Kill) Just be, just be, just be, just be, just be, just be I, I stand (For nothing) Not crawling (By myself) Not falling down I, I'll bleed (For no one) The demons (But myself) That drag me down I, I stand (For nothing) Not crawling (The center) Not falling down (Of calms within the eye) I, I'll bleed (For no one) The demons (But myself) That drag me down (For me and no one else)

Submitted by MetalElf — Feb 23, 2026

This is a song called fuckin' Prod Emotions inside us, troubling The hatred inside us, escalating The sickness inside us, keeps you weak The masses inside of us, suffering, they are bleeding The calling inside us, sick with greed The voices calling to us, deafening, we're not listening Cannot receive the obvious Line up cattle and cut the necks Swat at the flies, omit disgust Come on, godammit, lemme see your fuckin' hands The leaders inside us, posturing Thе pollution inside of us, suffocating me The sciеnce inside us, menacing The will that's inside of us, it's dying, end is coming Cannot receive the obvious Line up cattle and cut the necks Drain us of life and cleanse the mess Cleanse the mess, cleanse the mess Cleanse the mess, cleanse the mess Wash me off inside Wash me off inside We're killing ourselves, we're killing ourselves We're killing ourselves, killers God damn, we fucked up the circumstance Too late to save us from ourselves Callous minds against trust and confidence Too late to give a damn now Too late to save us from ourselves Too late to make it all go away Too late to beg pardons from the mother Too late to give a damn It's too late to save us from ourselves It's too late to make it all go away It's too late to beg pardons from the mother It's too late to give a damn now we'll sit and wait Wait, wait, wait for the coming of the end Wait for the coming, the killing, the ending, the plight of man Deserving no mercy expelling by god's hand It's okay, the ending, it's over, no more pain No more pain, no more pain Emotion, the hatred, the sickness, the calling Cannot receive the obvious Line up cattle and cut the necks Swat at the flies, omit disgust Drain us of life and cleanse the mess

Submitted by MetalElf — Feb 23, 2026