Coup de Grace

Turning you on to a world full of shit Twisted beyond a return Filling our brain with a lot of cocaine 'Cos I got money to burn We know that your world will hate this This is what we do to survive Reeking of ether and terminal madness Trapped in a psycho disguise I've got the heart of a wolf and I'm thinking This is the best way to die We know that your world will hate this This is what we do to survive This is the world that I share with the clowns Loaded on vice and disease Filling your head with an urge to be dead The least you could do is say please We know that your world will hate this This is what we do to survive We know that your world will hate this This is what we do to survive

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025

Don't feed the monkey, don't crack the whip Monkey's snappin' necks like a forest fire is snappin' sticks Don't fail to poison, don't fail to kill Monkey breaks those chains tonight, you better head out for the hills Now it's time for you to run Got the fear, so get your gun Drink your whiskey, drink your wine Take your pills and come inside Don't feed the monkey, don't turn him red Violent retribution in the city of the dead Born to chaos, born to kill Lust for blood and thunder on that one way road to hell Now it's time for you to run Got the fear, so get your gun Drink your whiskey, drink your wine Take your pills and come inside Chaos falling all around Monkey tearing up the town People running for their lives Armageddon's here tonight Don't feed the monkey, just feel the pain Feel the mutilation of the monkey hurricane Don't fail to poison, don't fail to kill Monkey breaks those chains tonight, you better head out for the hills Now it's time for you to run Got the fear, so get your gun Drink your whiskey, drink your wine Take your pills and come inside Chaos falling all around Monkey tearing up the town People running for their lives Armageddon's here tonight

Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025

The bigger the battle, the better the man Bigger's the man with the gun in his hand Hard is the hunt for the man with no name The sun never sets on the last of the brave Shootin' dice with the Lord of the Flies Bowing your head to a God you despise Choosing to live for the freedom of sin You're closing your eyes but you're spreading your wings The fire in your heart's like the fire of the gun It's lost in the battle, now the war has begun And I cannot resist the desire to burn Like a child lost in hell, I've got so much to learn Yeah, feel the rage of the outlaw messiah Yeah, take a bullet to take you higher Not a drug that can stop me from breathing Not a drink that I haven't had Not a man will be left standing I'm the king, a man born bad

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 26, 2025

If it seems like I'm sinking And I'm talking to the back of my hand It's because I've been drinking 'Cos I don't understand Why I'm out of my depth here And I'm out of my mind No one showed me an out door And I didn't come in here to die Made of rats Made of rats, yeah Made of rats I got no silver lining I've got holes in my shoes I'm so tired of whining All these downtrodden blues Yeah, my head's a volcano That's about to explode And my brain's made of chalk, yeah Now it slowly corrodes Made of rats Made of rats, yeah Made of rats I got no silver lining He's got holes in his shoes I'm so tired of whining All these downtrodden blues And I'm out of my depth, yeah And he's out of his mind No one showed me an out door And we didn't come in here to die Had enough isolation Ain't in tune with no lord Hope they bottle salvation 'Cos it's all I can afford It's no long-term solution We got no future plans So for now, sit here drinking As we talk to the back of our hands Made of rats Made of rats, yeah Made of rats Yes I was, fuckin' made of rats Yeah, fuckin' made of rats, yeah Made of rats Made of rats Alright

I'm not about to change the course of mankind But I found a little reason for living I spoke to Elvis through a hole in the sky And he told me all my sins were forgiven So now I'm standing like a fool on the hill An empty bottle and a handful of pills And like an outlaw I got all that I need But I'm taking everything that you're givin' It's when the bottle takes you under its wing That it starts to eat away at your brain, yeah That's when your mind decides to call it a day And the voices start to drive you insane, yeah So charge your glasses to the devil's rebirth Pour yourself another and prepare for the worst I am the plague that brought the end of mankind With a chance to do it over again, yeah It's not a future that I hold in my hand But a symbol of disease and destruction A generation going out of their minds High on dreams of death and abduction Got revolution on the tip of my tongue End of everything that's living under the sun This quest for fire is about to explode So whiskey is the only solution

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 26, 2025

Peeling myself from the ceiling Digging a hole in the floor Sleeping is out of the question But I'm ready to drink some more Only the strong will survive this You're out of luck Leaving you high and dry 'Cos when I feel like this, then I don't give a fuck Getting high on the bad times Getting high on the bad times Losing control of my thinking Can't feel the demons inside Something is riding my train of thought And it's eating away at my pride Only the strong will survive this You're out of luck Leaving you high and dry 'Cos when I feel like this, then I don't give a fuck Getting high on the bad times Getting high on the bad times My heart is a drum that I can't stop from beating My head is a log that is rotting away Legs that won't carry me over the mountain Hands that are throwing my future away Living a lifetime of bad times All in the space of one day The room keeps changing color Somebody moved the door again Only the strong will survive this You're out of luck Leaving you high and dry 'Cos when I feel like this, then I don't give a fuck Getting high on the bad times Getting high on the bad times Getting high on the bad times Getting high on the bad times

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025

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An open wound for disease The poison junk that you bleed A parasite to your broken skin Heretic urge in your brain To pump the hate through your veins And feed the lust of your necro sins It's a sign for the demons in the hollow Blood red is the path we have to follow The armies of the dead march unforgiving Red web is the haven for the living Violent drug holocaust A mutant vision of war A soul dismembered by paranoia An evil mind full of rage A world so battered and slain The charred remains of the perfect horror It's a sign for the demons in the hollow Blood red is the path we have to follow The armies of the dead march unforgiving Red web is the haven for the living Open your eyes to a world that belies all the faces of death and destruction Deep in your head, there's a little red web that was weaved by the corpse of corruption Disciples of the red web Will come to bury the dead And burn the flesh of the weak and broken Macabre age of the damned Will close the skeletal hand And heed the ancient command that's spoken It's a sign for the demons in the hollow Blood red is the path we have to follow The armies of the dead march unforgiving Red web is the haven for the living

Branded with irons under black skies Born with the look of hate in those eyes Raised on a mountain, like a stray beast Only desire to kill what he needs Conquered the wild, angry and mean Moved to the city, age of sixteen Fighting for money all over town Hungry for blood and a heavyweight crown He's not your average mountain man 'Cos he was born with big ol' hands There's adamantium in those bones He's got a jaw that's made of stone With his barbarian beliefs It's no surprise that he can't be beat He's not your average mountain man 'Cos he was born with big ol' hands Branded with irons under black skies Born with the look of hate in those eyes Raised on a mountain, like a stray beast Only desire to kill what he needs Conquered the world, angry and mean Moved to the city, age of sixteen Fighting for money all over town Hungry for blood and a heavyweight crown He's not your average mountain man 'Cos he was born with big ol' hands There's adamantium in his bones He's got a jaw that's made of stone With his barbarian beliefs It's no surprise that he can't be beat He's not your average mountain man 'Cos he was born with big ol' hands Got a reputation as the king of street brawlers If you're stepping up, I guarantee that he'll floor ya Bare knuckle fighters, wanna put him to the test But let me warn you if you do, well then you're messin' with the best Don't you fuck with ol' big hands Still undefeated, on top of his game Still got the rage of a beast in a cage Born with a fist the size of a ham I always said he'd be a street fighting man He's not your average mountain man 'Cos he was born with big ol' hands There's adamantium in those bones He's got a jaw that's made of stone With his barbarian beliefs It's no surprise he can't be beat He's not your average mountain man 'Cos he was born with big ol' hands

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 26, 2025

I finally found myself a little paradise Deep in the darkest depths of hell Nobody knows I'm down here, but I like it like that I do what I want and I lose my mind I always knew I was going southbound I got a soul I had to sell I knew I was evil for a reason I knew I had to go to hell I took it upon myself to build a temple here I'm smoking and drinking far too much You wouldn't believe the following I've got down here I'm thinking of buying a big flash car I always knew I was going southbound I got a soul I had to sell I knew I was evil for a reason I knew I had to go to hell 'Cos see I'm all for beating Jesus You see I wanna take that throne I never said that it was easy But I can beat him on my own It's so reassuring here that I can fool myself Out of my head on a power trip Legions of millions eating out of these evil hands And I'm ready to take this show to Earth I always knew I was going southbound I got a soul I had to sell I knew I was evil for a reason I knew I had to go to hell 'Cos see I'm all for beating Jesus You see I wanna take that throne I never said that it was easy But I can beat him on my own I always knew I was going southbound I got a soul I had to sell I knew I was evil for a reason I knew I had to go to hell 'Cos see I'm all for beating Jesus You see I wanna take that throne I never said that it was easy But we can beat him on our own

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 26, 2025

We walk the streets, we're out to get you We bite Just a feast of blood and gore We bite Carnivores that live for pleasure We bite Strike out like a wolf's endeavor We bite When I get your blood, I rip your throat Your blood, I rip your throat Your blood, I rip your throat To drink some blood We bite We bite We bite We bite When I get your blood, I rip your throat Your blood, I rip your throat I want your blood, I rip your throat To drink some blood We bite We bite When I get your blood, I rip your throat Your blood, I rip your throat Your blood, I rip your throat To drink some blood We bite We bite We bite We bite

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Nov 08, 2025

Gin on your breath, smoke in your hair Can't stand to walk as you fall down the stairs You said your mama did not raise no fool But hey, little lady, I got news for you I like to drink with the best of 'em, honey But I'm not too keen on you drinkin' my money You know what you're doing's a sin Now you're stinkin' of gin again Can't face the facts, you can't say it's true Old mother's ruin's got the better of you Wearing you out and she's sucking you in Losing your mind to a bottle of gin I like to drink with the best of 'em, honey But I'm not too keen on you drinkin' my money You know what you're doing's a sin Now you're stinkin' of gin again I like to drink with the best of 'em, honey But I'm not too keen on you drinkin' my money You know what you're doing's a sin Now you're stinkin' of gin again That's right Burning your candle at more than one end It's sad that the bottle's your only true friend If drinking is evil then you're growing horns I won't be here when reality dawns I like to drink with the best of 'em, honey But I'm not too keen on you drinkin' my money You know what you're doing's a sin Now you're stinkin' of gin again I like to drink with the best of 'em, honey But I'm not too keen on you drinkin' my money You know what you're doing's a sin Now you're stinkin' of gin again Alright I like to drink with the best of 'em, honey But I'm not too keen on you drinkin' my money You know what you're doing's a sin You're stinkin' of gin again I like to drink with the best of 'em, honey But I'm not too keen on you drinkin' my money You know what you're doing's a sin Now you're stinkin' of gin again

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 26, 2025