Soft as Butter; Hard as Ice
This track is instrumental.
I want to bleed from my nose I want tears to fall from my eyes I want spit to drip down my chin I was fast asleep until my eyes opened I used to breathe deep but recently it's mostly grasping for air I used to love with ease, but that's near enough broken I hate myself I want blood to run straight from my nose and I want the bile to flow from my mouth I want it from my mouth I want skin to fall from my flesh I want bones to snap at the joint I want lungs to give up I want guts pulled from my fucking throat I want blood to bleed from my nose I want bones to snap at the joint skin falls from the flesh bones snap at the fucking joint goodbye to all my friends go make your beds pride has turned on itself so go catch your fucking death farewell to my friends carve your blackened caskets it's your family, it's your life the tears have opened my eyes death has opened my heart and eyes to the worthless children, who fill their time thinking there is a purpose I want blood to bleed from my nose until the passengers complain
Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 18, 2026
leave your sex toys on the floor leave your cheque book at the door not enough... whiskey leave your face-print on the wall leave your knickers I like fucking and getting drunk not another wedding funeral or baptism or dinner parties with your parents please rest on my chest please will you hold my hand please fuck your friends please write you name in ink and blood and fucking leave leave your sex toys on the floor leave your cheque book at the door I like fucking and getting drunk I like getting... fucking drunk it's my fault it's my fault it's your fault it's your fault it's my fault it's my fault hold my hand kiss my eyelids leave your mark on the carpet
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 18, 2026
no plans for today except cabin fever and anxiety attacks if you feel like walking until you no longer know where you are nil by mouth for days drinking the noyac in fucking tears one of the first signs of the beginning of understanding is the wish to die the wish to die I want to be left alone but please stay with me I need some time by myself don't go just yet I'll be gone for a few months I'll be fine I promise I'd like to be left alone now but can you stay with me for a while forget your gods, friends, life, death it's a false dawn, it's a lost cause eyes, teeth, tongue, lips dry-wrenched, vomit forget your gods forget your friends forget your life forget death
Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 18, 2026
This track is instrumental.
when asking god for an answer you're wasting your time be prepared to wait I can't hear anything at all an as the silence resounds don't feel let down don't blame yourself you're wasting your time I like to see fire-fighters fail it's nice to see how they fall in the fire horoscopes and weather forecasts suggest upset stomach your hands stink of coins it may be time to dip our toes into the thames looking over both shoulders as liquid enters the lungs the strength of this reflex is greater in cold water and with any luck it will pull us under a heaving heart an empty spit bucket liars will prevail hands drift towards the mortar don't die, please don't die on an empty stomach with heavy lungs taking in salt water drain the river's mouth drain the river's mouth we are all in need when you can't control your hands a heaving heart wet shoes, sealed eyes, and the stars a final glance confirms that everything is meaningless goobye to all friends and past loves this is the parting note so save your thoughts a heaving heart as liquid enters the lungs and with any luck it will pull us under such a waste such a fucking waste drain the river's mouth gulping, necking, fisting petrol we're pleased to report blood turns to wine sharp neon lights catch us writing brithday card to the dead
Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 18, 2026
the first time an adult hit you or the final time a love one kissed you the scandal of being alive lighting fire after fire as our heroes meet their maker and we're busy wasting our time playing in bands that don't amount to anything and having the nerve to be proud of it still, alcohol should solve some of the problems or at least help to forget them we were supposed to have kids by now friends who loved gardening and an understanding wife I thought we were meant to grow up and settle down we are flesh we are dead we are unborn architects we are flesh we are dead hey, hey lower your heads these are dead or failing limbs we are barstool alchemists dead man, lower your heads broken bones make for better health there's no cause to think that anything will ever change dead man, no more rest leave the dying to the living you have said you will say you will say you have said what, what will become of us now? hey, are these the last words we'll say? stop cleaning the word-worned furniture and the resultant ephemera I have come to brink of utter ruin in the midst of the entire assembly like another bad day and on and on and on like another bad day and on and on and on like another bad day it carries on and on and on like another bad day and it's on and on and on like another bad dream it goes on and on and on like another bad day and on and on and on like another bad day it carries on and on and on there's not, there's not an emotion just breathe, don't forget to breathe
Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 18, 2026
we've tried to sleep at night if only for a handful of hours but I keep getting the unavoidable feeling the really crippling impression that the worst thing in the world is about to happen like a cascade of broken wills or broken eyelids, or something else altogether so I'm hoping these nauseating moments will find kindness enough to give way this isn't elegant, but we thought we might be able to avoid letting every day seem precisely like the last ashamed and terrified and eyes twitching and your boss will notice this in the morning on the edge of the mattress with a foot on the floor for balance a burning cigarette in the ashtray and paracetamol, just in case so you'll remember I raised the bed at an angle with a variety of worthless books under both corners only in vain hope it might settle your stomach the sound of a word echoed shortly by the next but now, and quite suddenly, the real terror the misery of complete fucking silence I can imagine there might be many ways, not just this one, to become hardened and more absolute and a constant and unmixed sense of loss will usually keep it that way placing one foot in the soil and simply praying the other follows everything should be thrown away instantly without a thought or second glance you weep tears in rows that are roads to the rope you'll weave and when you dance your final jig I'll cheer with the crowd you lie in ways that are worn with overuse and when you finally drown I'll drink with the boys you gather branch after branch and lay them against your knees when you burn I'll fan the flames to warm myself I've had my crew lash me to the mast and when you sing your next song it'll be your last the sound of a word echoed shortly by the next the misery of complete fucking silence rain, and tears and bleating and we're still yawning as good as dead there's a digging beneath the gums and you have to fucking pay for it the last time we tried to bleed parts of the body for the sake of salvage many people kissed many flowers of all sorts and dipped their heads over mounds of earth of earth an ideal action would be to cut off all the limbs at source, and set them to sea another option is to write a pointless and forlorn love letter to your scandalous wife on shore you should know by now that all hope is lost in the belly of a whale you should know by now nobody's coming home
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 18, 2026
"can we turn the music off please exactly. fine. no, no it's fine, actually I don't undress yourself, quickly you're beautiful, it's okay" such innocence upper lip white and bottom lip blue such fragrant incense lost in lust's perfume a slender wrist a withered frame wrapped in tarpaulin blemished skin "I don't know, whiskey, wine literally whatever you've got I don't hate you I just said I didn't I just said I didn't, right now" sun-blemished, white-washed ghost-like you're beautiful "this is impossible" your portrait stillness "it's borderline fucking pointless" so elegant like a lotus flower hand-carved in ice as inviting as christmas lights like a fallen deity draped in chinese jade so ornate let me miscarry for you I'm in need of the protein an exceeded dose a struggled breath a flatline such a tragic coda the church bell tolls and the church bell chimes for the last time like singing the blues for the last time the cry of the choir ascends like a sex crime your back is an open canvas your legs are like bear-traps murderous and unforgettable faultless and listless I should have heaved the barbed stems from my throat the guilt of the world upon which we can hang ourselves the collapse fashion a smile through the white noise and I can't take this anymore the first was a suicide note the second a proposition of marriage the third was a suicide note an aching head an unspoilt bed like a flower hand-carved in ice and about as inviting as christmas lights can we turn the music off please it's not consistent with the ambience your hair, teeth, skin, eyes another murder with hands like these can we turn the music off please it's not consistent with the ambience
Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 18, 2026
This track is instrumental.