The Shape of Things to Come...
I was born like this, with hips like this Lips like this and wrists like this Legs like this and arms like this A fist like this to hit you with, now You're like school on Sunday You ain't got no class Keep runnin' your mouth off But you can kiss my ass Not made to measure, baby One size does not fit all I will not be the one You make to take the fall Not made to measure, baby One size does not fit all I will not be the one You make to take the fall I got the curves to fear I got the words to feel And when I scream, I've heard them say I've got the voice to heal You don't have to be sorry You don't have to be saved You just need to be proud Of the body that god gave Not made to measure, baby One size does not fit all I will not be the one You make to take the fall Not made to measure, baby One size does not fit all I will not be the one You make to take the fall Listen to me say...yeah! I'm so fat, I'm fucked up I'm so skinny, I'm sick I'm so tired of the magazines Talking that bullshit I'm not fat, they're fucked up I'm not skinny, they're sick I'm just so tired of the critics Who keep talking that bullshit I was born like this, with eyes like this Teeth like this, and thighs like this A face like this, a waist like this When I die..I'll die like this...now You're like school on Sunday You ain't got no class Keep running your mouth but I just might kick your ass Not made to measure, baby One size does not fit all I will not be the one You make to take the fall Not made to measure, baby One size does not fit all I will not be the one You make to take the fall Let me hear you say...yeah! You're so fat, you're fucked up You're so skinny, you're sick You're so tired of the magazines Talking that bullshit You're not fat, they're fucked up You're not skinny, they're sick You're just tired of the critics Who keep talking that bullshit Now what? Now what? Now what? What you gonna say the next time you see us? Now what? Now what? Now what? What you gonna say the next time you see me?
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Feb 21, 2026
You've got the BLOOD on YOUR HANDS BUT GOT NO RIGHT TO BLEED Your INNOCENCE makes me laugh I DON'T HAVE WHAT YOU NEED You SEARCH for the SOLUTION I KNOW you'll NEVER FIND Your FAITH has LEFT YOU with an ... IMITATION OF CHRIST GROTESQUE THE LOWEST COMMMON DENOMINATOR GROTESQUE THE LOWEST COMMON DENOMINATOR The SPIRIT takes HOLD of YOUR BODY AND YOU CRY OUT Thrown into CONVULSIONS YOUR FOAMING AT THE MOUTH SEARCHING for something SACRED YOU LOOK but all YOU FIND Is just an IMITATION ... YOUR GOD HAS LEFT BEHIND GROTESQUE THE LOWEST COMMMON DENOMINATOR GROTESQUE THE LOWEST COMMON DENOMINATOR Transending the tempral realm I will not put faith in those who call themselves poets Nor worship false idols GROTESQUE THE LOWEST COMMMON DENOMINATOR GROTESQUE THE LOWEST COMMON DENOMINATOR What else could SHE DO... to OPEN THEIR EYES? THE BLIND shall SEE THE DEAF shall HEAR THE DEAD shall RISE RISE!
Submitted by Nargaroth — Feb 21, 2026
Pure Self contained I can feel the weight of my body As my voice strains Densensatized From beauty scenes The enemy is the fear That falls inbetween INSOMNIAC I sleep awake Displaced from my unconsious state UNMANAGEABLE Refuse to break I talk back Everyone needs a SCAPEGOAT Someone to throw the rocks at THE STANDARD OF COMPARISON THE STANDARD OF COMPARISON THE STANDARD OF COMPARISON STAB My soul is not for sale I have not forgotten my past But I will remove the nails Force-fed your insecurities I have bled with no regrets For what I have said...before Or for what...I plan to say next! THE STANDARD OF COMPARISON THE STANDARD OF COMPARISON THE STANDARD OF COMPARISON Odor of sanctity Is not what you smell on me Can't make the dirty clean... Control the magazine Under the influence I've learned to live with this... So I will be your standard...of comparison THE STANDARD OF COMPARISON THE STANDARD OF COMPARISON THE STANDARD OF COMPARISON Your standard...for comparison
Submitted by Nargaroth — Feb 21, 2026
Sex Junkie lyrics You Live Your Life Just To Let Yourself Go You Are The Lowest The Lowest Of The Low Beg For Me Crawl For Me Down On Your Knees You're A Sex Junkie You'll Do As I Please Harder Faster Harder Faster Secrets Of Lust That You Keep In Your Mind Victims Like You Are So Easy To Find First Name Is Dirt And Your Last Name Is Sleeze You're A Sex Junkie You'll Do As I Please Horny Ideas They Just Clog Up Your Brain Destruction Vice Or You'll Just Go Insane Degrading Darkness You Live Just For These You're A Sex Junkie You'll Do As I Please Two-Hundred Million Bodies Sold You Come Walking Through The Night Your Flesh Is Hot You Cringe With Fright You Perspire Through Your Clothes Your Thing It Grows And Grows And Grows Sex Hormones Dropped From Out Of The Sky Millions Orgasm Until They Die Squirming Flesh You Beg For More You Live For Sex There Is No More Eat Me
Submitted by Nargaroth — Feb 21, 2026
I was born like this with hips like this Lips like this and wrists like this Legs like this and arms like this A fist like this to hit you with, now You're like school on Sunday You ain't got no class You keep running your mouth but... You can kiss my ... Not made to measure baby One size does not fit all I will not be the one You make to take the fall I got the curves to fear, the words to feel When I scream I've heard them say I've got the voice to heal You don't need to be sorry You don't need to be saved You just need to be proud of the body that God gave Not made to measure baby One size does not fit all I will not be the one You make to take the fall Listen to me say...yeah I'm so fat I'm ... up I'm so skinny I'm sick I'm tired of the magazines Talking that bull...! I'm not fat, you're ... up I'm not skinny, you're sick I'm just tired of the critics who keep talking that bull... Yeah! I was born like this with eyes like this Teeth like this and thighs like this A face like this, a waist like this And when I die...I'll die like this...now You're like school on Sunday You ain't got no class You keep running your mouth but I just might kick some ...! Not made to measure baby One size does not fit all I will not be the one You make to take the fall Let me hear you say YEAH! You're so fat you're ... up You're so skinny you're sick You're so tired of the magazines Talking that bull...! You're not fat or ... up You're not skinny or sick You're just tired of the critics who keep talking that bull... NOW WHAT?-NOW WHAT?-NOW WHAT? What you gonna say next time you SEE US? NOW WHAT?-NOW WHAT?-NOW WHAT? What you gonna say next time you SEE ME?
Submitted by Nargaroth — Feb 21, 2026
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