Caustic

When the last light Burns out in your dense skull I'll inhale the smoke That comes from your burnt bones Unrecognizable Buried along the highway Though time may separate us My disgust will stay as golden as the sun My regret will burn bright Like the lump of shame that grows in your throat My will is a cancer on your fucking life Undying incurable and full of sick As long as the blood pumps through our fucking veins The thought of me will sicken you And I will fucking hate you My will is a cancer on your fucking life

Tell everyone in town Tell everyone you know I did this to you I broke your heart I crushed your dreams I took them They are mine And they are worthless I feel nothing No remorse No regret I would do it again Tell them again Be the victim The eternal victim My boot pressed hard Against the back of your weak will My will pressed like cold steel Against your soft skull

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 25, 2025

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Cold Shackled to The bottom Of the bottle Of the socio-economic slavery That rules And runs my life Combust Let smoke fill my lungs Taught lies Work to ruin Infected with poverty Left in the gutter Over worked Under paid From a system meant to fail us Nothing left But to hang our hopes out to try Hell comes home From the time clock to the death bed When death grips your hands And kisses them goodbye Remember None of your work days mattered A lifetime spent tonguing The asshole of all your superiors Nothing is real But the inevitability of your cold fucking death And your heart being ripped from your chest Placed into the cavity of another worker bee Another fucking wage slave Paycheck to paycheck Your essence is dead but slavery is forever

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 25, 2025

There is a time That stands still When the needle breaks & vibrates the frequency of our death Human light burned out Sucked into my tepid void Hide your fucking eyes My sad cock in the mouth of eternity A gang bang with reality Coldly fucking everyone your whole life There’s not enough smoke in the world To help me bury the last 33 years Of axes ground into concrete And bouquets made of skulls

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 25, 2025

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Hold me under the threshold Of the festering wound The grows between us All infected chasms Blend into a single wound This is what we are A flaccid and pathetic mess Fed on sterility And the proite of a better future So I held my breath And here I am a fucking ghost Wrecked I am held under & doomed to live Off the shit in this trough Trash that grows between us Out of a single wound This is what we are

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 25, 2025

My will is falling out I’ve gnashed my teeth to dust Weigh my pieces out Let me return to earth To the soil Inside of a disgusting fucking mask The same ones I have to adapt Day in/day out Separate the skin from my bones Peel me away A scab’s life I pissed my youth away And the adult world has swept me into the gutter

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The year of the tomb Cold hearts living in fear together The slave blood in me waits For the sack cloth moon Draped over the disfigured face of humanity My gnashing teeth Chewing wildly Wet from death’s sugar hole Generation's left to fill this oblivion But that's how this fucking species does it A cyclical death in a child's eyes The world tomb for all shades For what i am & what dies in me Great grandmother a slave Though light skinned I will never be free But never a slave A ghost & an alien Eviscerated by race relations & shame in my heart From when they fucking spit on me

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 25, 2025

I build their dreams And watch The disintegration Of my own The blowback coats the lips That i press on a cold grave A plot i have paid for in time Stitch my heart onto a time clock Enslave my devotion and shackle me to hollow ideals A spreadsheet for my indenture A smile for every time they spit in my face The poor man’s burden Nothing else exists when I'm in this fucking hole An outside world i am not invited into That has forgotten who i am The grass is never greener Things can always burn darker than the dollar bills That flow through the bloated veins of commerce Greed-a plague on our fucking city Control them with financial suffering For it rings tried, tested, and true

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 25, 2025

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