Harm Starts Here

This process reeks of shit This handshake smells of vomit This kiss burns the lips I love you all, and I'm ashamed of it What's the point if no-one's watching Now sweating and hateful and frightful and hopeful I'm riding the train and thinking about death - it's fairly pathetic I'm embarrassed about it, but I'll get there with or without your help Brave horizons? What horizons? Why do you still keep your hands in the air? I would love to tell you everything I would tell you everything If it wasn't the same old fucking story I'm sorry Our hands are clean Perhaps not mine A tomb to share And don't claw out What the fuck did we do to deserve this? This isn't a gift, it's a burden This isn't for friends, it's for hermits This isn't the end it's our birthday What the fuck did we do to deserve this? This isn't a joy, it's a fucking car crash It's painful enough without the tinnitus This isn't the end, this isn't the end I'm ashamed of it This isn't the end

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 18, 2026

Andy, I know your mates Andy, I've read your books Andy, I know your mates Andy, I know their games They are good mountain dogs Search and rescue Special ops Leave The Pakistan army are better than Chris They know the bandits You cannot expect beings Even with zero intelligence To deal with discrepit things like you God almighty Andy The U.S.A.F dumps on everyone Especially kids Don't you care, Andy? Don't you care about the kids, Andy? Can't you go to D.C.? And dump D.C. for good? Roger that, over and out Commander shit squad

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 18, 2026

Light shines through Holes from the staples The slits in your hips Drool and albumen Holiday Inn Wedding reception I have never Felt so cold Red brick powder Torn nylons Eucalyptus leaves Rattling like bones We were cutting nails We were cutting nails and you're cutting our thoat The trials of a wife The trials of a wife at the edge of the woods In a 12 x 12 Yourself to blame All bets are off Your dear dog is dead It's about time Mountains folded Across and beneath Your beaten brow I'm drowning here And you're describing the water There is no humour in heaven We've all lost! Holy Christ! What a thought! There is no crumb of comfort And as a youth I used to weep in butcher's shops With limp arms and verdigris Sallow cheek absurdity Fuck this open wound Spattering on your chest So, did you think it right To heave open God's eyes? They are blind! Our hung clothes are a dead version of us And our hung clothes, they are a dead version of us Aversion of us Our hung clothes are a dead version of us Let's fall down the stairs together Broken nails and bloodshot eyes So he's glued to the bed, immovable eyes Gripping the hand, dependable wife He said: "I'm not afraid of death my darling, I'm not afraid of death. I'm afraid I'm terrified of life" A stampede of bad will Broken nails and bloodshot eyes "I'm not afraid of death my darling, I'm terrified - I'm terrified of life" Sunscreen and alabaster Cattle skulls and cheap cigars Let's fall down the stairs together Glued to the bed, immovable eyes Gripping the hand, dependable wife He said: "I'm not afraid of death my darling, my dearest. My darling I'm terrified. I'm terrified of life" "Brave tales have I. They're brave tales of life" Glued to the bed, immovable eyes Gripping the hand, dependable wife I've said our hung clothes Are a dead version of us He's glued to the bed Immovable eyes Gripping the hand, dependable wife "I'm terrified. I'm terrified of life"

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 18, 2026

I don't see so pretty Twilit, fat and dripping You don't seem so pretty Varicose and veins rippling I don't see so pretty Red curtains swishing You seem much less pretty With these strange growths listering (In the dark, dark city) I don't see so pretty You're fading, oh fickle pale mistress Your body, a dreaming dense city I don't like to share your streets Speckled, spattered, seeping How to erase these streaks (I'll just carry on with headphones on) Where are your friends? They are losing weight An old man once said To see out the night Keep your head to the door I'm so upset about everything But no amount of whimpering Is going to change that We'll salivate blind Be home soon with a twist in the mouth smiling Be home soon with a twist in the mouth crying

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 18, 2026

Perfect, perfectly visceral Streets of the viscera Watch where you step Greasy, gristly cadavers Left for the scavengers Watch where you step Red and white And a touch of blue Droppings of a cannibal Watch where you tread Across from each other and on every corner Cottages of the damned Marrow red and off white And a touch of bruise Do you think they can taste it? The fact that they're related? What a grisly avenue I hope you're not wearing Your very best, finest shoes Pavement poachers Highway, high street vultures Liveried in colours, bromodic and dullen Where's your sense of shame Where's your sense of shame Spewing forth from the mouths of doves Let blood bleed Open your beak Let blood bleed Salty and battered Freckled and spattered Let blood bleed Club-footed red, faeces white, come hither blue

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 18, 2026

Across the crowded room I can't but catch your perfume You are like an empty room Like it's only me and you Who is fooling who? Are you a flesh eater in bloom? Is it the dead cert of the tomb? Or your body's inexorable ruin? Like a beacon in the gloom Like a siren's crooked tune It's as if the sun and moon Grind and gravitate around you I think you can guess What happened next

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 18, 2026

All harm starts here Asked for nothing Left with nothing All this time ebbs away All this time slips away All this time drifts away All this time ebbs away Thanks to thecobra94 for sending these lyrics. Submits, comments, corrections are welcomed at webmaster@darklyrics.com PALEHORSE LYRICS

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 18, 2026