Time Waits for No Slave
Push the envelope Further from reality Banishing the hope Interrogating strategies Inhumane aggression Isolation jails Forcing a confession When all else fails To stand in judgement Of a so-called offender That represents Immoral behaviour Push the envelope from the civilised norm Push the envelope, catastrophic storm Stripped of life and limb by this torturous germ Stripped of life and limb just for standing firm Naked and bound Pain and consideration Extremely profound Grotesque cooperation Cruelty implied No sense of divide Particular intensity Deception and lies To stand in judgement Of a so-called offender That represents Immoral behaviour Government task force Questioning the source Widespread abuse Innocent victims of power misuse Push the envelope from the civilised norm Push the envelope, catastrophic storm Stripped of life and limb by this torturous germ Stripped of life and limb just for standing firm Psychological intimidation Traditional methods of interrogation Polluting our culture, it's prolific, outright For nothing more than specific insight A dire killing thrust Push the envelope from the civilised norm To satisfy the lust Push the envelope, catastrophic storm When beaten to their death Stripped of life and limb by this torturous germ Lingering aftermath Stripped of life and limb just for standing firm
Submitted by Pestilence — Mar 26, 2026
Sanitize To blitz every lasting stain Turning fashioned Heads turn Heads to marvel at plastic landscapes Heads to fill a vacuum of synthesized grace Globalise In continuum to equalise Turning littered Heads turn Heads to forego distinctions to make Heads to embrace prospects of life in a cage Plastic landscapes, synthesized grace Distinctions to make, life in a cage Time waits for no slave Time waits for no slave Just give them convenience upon pain of death Cut out the middleman Keep them uniformly spoon-fed Time waits for no slave Time waits for no slave Just give them convenience Upon pain of fucking death Honoured cattle-class Turning fattened heads Turning fattened Heads turn Heads to enthuse in a permanent daze Heads once longing for flaws to disassociate Permanent daze Disassociate Synthesized grace Life in a cage Ooh Here we go Time waits for no slave In one breath you denounce The authoritarian reach Turn of the cheek and you're basking In the fake sunlight In the fake sunlight of its grip Ooh Ooh In one breath you denounce The authoritarian reach Turn of the cheek and you're basking In the fake sunlight The fake sunlight of its grip Of it's grip Ooh Ooh In the fake sunlight of its grip The fake sunlight of its grip
Submitted by Pestilence — Mar 26, 2026
Born between chaos and hatred, a lottery of fate We sit on the brink of extinction, the world lies in wait Just a scratch on the surface of time that will wash away We delude ourselves with the notion that we are here to stay As life starts to shrink an impending state of neurosis Will we awake from this negligent narcosis? On the brink The brink of extinction We're on the brink The brink of extinction Locked together in a mindless campaign It's only now we see Appreciation is the one redemption For all that lives and breathes Like a virus, its conscious impure We have farmed disease It's time now to step back And find an inner peace As life starts to shrink an impending state of neurosis Will we awake from this negligent narcosis? On the brink The brink of extinction We're on the brink The brink of extinction Come on Will we avoid a natural selection? Do we have the right to survive the failures? Nature, its force, the scales unbalanced What's the next step? How do we evolve? On the brink of extinction On the brink of extinction Can we avoid a natural selection? Do we have the right to survive the failures? Nature, its force, the scales unbalanced What's the next step? What can we resolve? On the brink of extinction As life starts to shrink an impending state of neurosis Will we awake from this negligent narcosis? On the brink The brink of extinction We're on the brink The brink of extinction
Submitted by Pestilence — Mar 26, 2026
Pent up and chewed up Pent up and chewed up At a fleeting glance Misconstrued in the mood For assistance Flames fanned with compliance We have fallen foul We have fallen foul And forced the striking hand Indiscriminate and loathe To now backtrack See red and fight fast Punishment is somehow always due Somewhere down the line Until this realisation dawns Spare the rod And you'll arise Spare it Spare the rod Spare the rod and you'll arise Arise Spare the rod You'll arise You'll arise You'll arise A strong-arm is for bleak times But spare this rod and arise Pent up and chewed up Pent up and chewed up At a fleeting glance Misconstrued in the mood For assistance Flames fanned with compliance We have fallen foul We have fallen foul And forced the striking hand Indiscriminate and loathe To now backtrack See red and fight fast Flurries of blows to tenuously prove Dialogue rarely makes things right Until this realisation dawns Talk it through Gain insight Talk through Talk it through Talk it through, gain insight Talk through Talk it through Gain insight Gain insight Gain insight A strong-arm is for bleak times But talk it through, gain insight So spare this rod and arise Spare this rod and arise Spare this rod and arise Spare this rod
Submitted by Pestilence — Mar 26, 2026
Procrastination on the empty vessel Roll over and over to take a breather Is this dereliction Of duty to now throw a giant stick in the works To labour so rigidly, fleeing safe havens of natural beauty Procrastination on the empty vessel Toil to the bone so the machines roll on Is this vague assumption That a call to a halt will signal our untimely end? To labour so rigidly, all the safe havens of natural beauty We don't believe that we have the nerve We can believe that refusal won't hurt We don't believe that we have the nerve We can believe that refusal won't hurt We don't believe much in ourselves Nil retribution on the empty vessel Bracing ourselves as we smashed our routine This feels like liberation Or a call to a halt that signaled our untimely end To have laboured so rigidly Barred from safe havens of natural beauty We don't believe that we have the nerve We can believe that refusal won't hurt We don't believe that we have the nerve We can believe that refusal won't hurt We don't believe much in ourselves, in ourselves Ourselves
Submitted by Pestilence — Mar 26, 2026