Municipal Waste

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Man...detention fucking sucks man! It’s 4:00 I’m staring at the walls And all I want to do is go home And have a one on one slam session While listening to Sepultura Detention Mosh Session!!!!!! 4:00 drove us mad Forced the kids to hear light jazz Get the teacher bound and gagged Grab the boom box crank Black Flag! There’s only one place this shit is possible At Municipal High detention’s moshable Break the fucking flags And flip the desks Do a stagedive off the A.C. vents! At this school we mosh! Man...I’ll probably get hit by a school bus anyways.

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025

First...all was calm for this man But not for long! He just finished his day of work The traffic was so berserk His shortcuts show him the way Unfortunately it won’t today! This well mannered man Bites on his hand What drove him mad? Trying to grasp his mind Soon he’ll be out of time What’s gotten into him? Ratbite! Heart pounding out of his chest Sweat dripping through his pores His bare hands shred victims skin While limbs and flesh hit the floor Bodies torn to bits all life’s lost This man feels no remorse First...all was calm But now his mind is gone! Stranger things have happened I guess But none’s result as bloodsoaked as this! What has gotten into his head? Ratbite!!!!!!

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 26, 2025

Kicking and screaming where once you were camping Wishing you were dreaming you’re burning not tanning This campground is fucked! There’s no where to flee! Your teeth adorn jewerly You won’t live to see! Buried alive - Ceremonial throne Your life until now is just meat on the bone! Abducted by a blowdart to the throat Unconscious due to it’s poisonous coat Stripped of your life With a Rock-Hatchet-Knife! Look into their eyes Blood dripping from their chin As the flesh is getting ripped From your motherfucking skin! Nowhere to run In a puddle of blood As you get eaten alive by the people of mud! Look into their eyes And see your own fate Your life just turned Into something they just ate Stripped of your life With a Rock-Hatchet-Knife!

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 26, 2025

The show is done The crowd unwinds I wait for them to leave To see what I can find! Sometimes it’s gum Sometimes it’s weed Sometimes it’s just a stage diver Who flipped and lost his keys! I’ve found spare change Which has kept me fed I’ve found half pairs of shoes Until I’m seeing red! Like striking oil sometimes You know when Klampit shot the crude Instead of finding lots of oil You snag a shirt from some poor dude! Why are we looking down? (Floor Score!) What have we left behind? (Floor Score!) Why are they looking around? (Floor Score!) Tell me what you have found! Scan the floor side to side! Sometimes lighters are all you find Floor score!!!

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 26, 2025

Broken bottles to the head Look around they’re all dead Everything stained in red CMD you will dread! Shreds of carnage lay in his path No other mortal could face the wrath He’ll pound your skull and crush your bones Killing for metal his only jones CMD you will dread! Listen up or you’ll be dead! With Slayer carved into his arms The city better be alarmed! Church windows fall! When you hear his call! CMD you will dread! Listen up or you’ll be dead! Crazy and sober He’ll run you over Broken bottles to the head No one left standing when it’s all over It’s CMD you will dread!

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025