A Calculated Use of Sound

I declare a war A fight for freedom against any system that's built To consume our power and maintained to divide our energy A system where an honest person can sweat for hours And then play slave to the man in the television tower A syetem where private ownership erases public healthcare Because dollars are worth more than people; dollars are worth more than sense It's a one-way street through a faceless crowd; Barcodes and backlit billboards show us, guide us Teach us how to earn our rank, divide the rich and poor Pit us against ourselves, compiling and burning corpes of class war Yes, I want to topple this system held in place by financial greed Where wealth is made through ownership and social heirarchy Dollars are worth more than a worker in need More than John and Jane Doe with a family to feed Dollars are worth more than a worker in need More than John and Jane Doe with a family to feed We are the workers, the majority, and this system fears solidarity So I declare a war on everything they're for It's a one-way street through a faceless crowd Barcodes and backlit billboards show us, guide us Teach us how to earn our rank, divide the rich and poor Pit us against ourselves, compiling and burning corpes of class war Just someone to topple the system I want to topple the system Just someone to topple the system

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Feb 21, 2026

Tonight I sat alone on the steps and stared into the blank sky; stars cloaked by smog, the poison of our own. And as the bitter air bit down I held my breath and thought of all the others on their backs. How do you organize resistance against something that's not even there(but still killing you)? Dirt covered fists screaming indignantly, midigate to out turned palms pleading admittedly. Raping people of their hope and the sky of all its stars. They're dying at your feet but 'who cares who they are.' (right?) There's no place like home. "It's like filling an empty glass from an empty bottle." and it's stricken by rigor mortis with your hand on the throttle. Grasping at a chance through a wall of austerity and a fence of police enforced by democratic vulgarity. Two percent controlling the power; controlling yo, controlling me, controling the borders of democracy. So it's you, and it's me and we're up against a fence, control or be controlled by only two percent. So it's you, and it's me and we're up against a fence, control or be controlled, because only we can set us free

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Feb 21, 2026

(They do however slaughter innocent millions world wide every year) It's so egregious so conspicuously wrong (so wrong) Tens of thousands of people vilified and killed by the means of (western) hypocrisy The double standard of the ways of Mao Ze Dong (killing for crimes against country) 1998 the Clinton administration Bombing the plant of Al – Shifa was merely "retaliation." This move would prove detrimental to so many lives, and day by day the death toll is forced to rise Bombings won't justify bombings, death will not justify death Death itself justifies nothing (nothing will come of it) Terrorism as defined by official U.S. documents is "the calculated use of violence or threat of violence To attain goals that are political, religious, or ideological instate." A labeled rouge state, Look at your self The Rockets red glare (red like the blood you have spilled) The bombs bursting in air (anonymous graves you have filled) In the name of humanitarian intervention will not cease (will not cease) although by definition, they're a terrorist act Bombings won't justify bombings, death will not justify death Death itself justifies nothing, nothing will come of it Nothing will come of it Bombings won't justify bombings, death will not justify death Death itself justifies nothing, nothing will come of it Bombings Bombings won't justify bombings, death will not justify death Death itself justifies nothing, nothing will come of it

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Feb 21, 2026

Now's the time To take all your rage And your frustration And focus it in a positive way It's time to fight But only for the democracy That's been ripped from beneath our feet Is it ridiculous to believe That killing the innocent's murder? Ridiculous to believe that it's nothing to attest But it is to believe that nothing can be done These people are not machines They're living, they're breathing, they're dying They're human beings who cry "Please don't kill me" in the same trembling frequencies Propaganda screams "Have you forgotten?" In six minute intervals so loud that you can't escape them But now I'll ask, have you forgotten About the field? About men in boxes, about the field About a treaty of a palace in the swamp? It's safe to say, it's safe to say I'll never forget the day (I first heard your voice) Laced with undertones of hate and vengeance Now is the time Now is the time Now is the time Now is the time Now is the time Now is the time Now is the time Now is the time Now is the time Now is the time I suppose all that matters is Dulce et Decorum est Pro Patria Mori Or at lease it still acts like an effective facade To mask the burning Bush's political alternative agenda How sweet and fitting is it to die for one man's greed? How sweet and fitting is it to die for one man's greed?

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Feb 21, 2026

Compassion is shit Soft-spoken words and a look of concern The fire is lit Emotion will never extinguish (extinguish) These flames that inaction has built What makes it burn? A nation so straight that deviation's a crime When will we learn that sexuality is not a punishable offense? On a cold October night, a gentle soul was crucified and what remains of his blood still stains our idle hands that soft-spoken words won't justif (Culprits are we) Let's talk about rights Let's talk about sexual orientation Let's talk about you and an entire homophobic nation Will you follow me down? Can we not separate ourselves from such hate? Let's sever the head of the beast with the crown, let's no longer participate Let's talk about rights Let's talk about sexual orientation Let's talk about you and an entire homophobic nation Will you follow me down? (Why won't anyone stand up?) Will you follow me down? (Why won't anyone stand up?) Will you follow me down? (Why won't anyone stand up?)

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Feb 21, 2026

So much time slipped away As if it meant nothing at all (I remember that night) We didn't know it It would be our last (But now as I look back) An awkward tension (hung in the air) Now everything is different I don't know you anymore And as we pass in the hall I feel myself weeping inside Knowing that the friendship that there once was Has withered to a glowing ember Of a fire that burned so brightly And I swear to you (the times are changing and I swear that you are too) I swear to you (that I'm no different) This I swear to you (I think you're well aware) that this path we've taken is all but fair With everyday (we're led astray) And slowly it just slipped away Away from me I am now accompanied by Hollowed memories All of them faded to black and grey And I swear to you (the times are changing and I swear that you are too) I swear to you (that I'm no different) This I swear to you (I think you're well aware) that this path we've taken is all but fair With everyday (we're led astray) And slowly it just slipped away These thoughts they tear me up inside, devour me, consume my mind I scream at night, rip out my hair How much more can I forbear? I swear, this I swear to you From birth I think we knew Nothing is truly alive unless it dies (And you I think you're well aware) This path we've taken is all but fair With everyday (we're led astray) And slowly it just slipped away Away from me

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Feb 21, 2026

And so it starts from one impurity Held in place by loveless security Always thrown around And beaten by squinted eyes That soon bear turned back Abstract views through Broken bottles of brandy I'm questioned all my life Why I kept on saying That I (didn't even ask to be here) You made that choice for me Enrolled me in your schools and church And in your god-forsaken military What cost do I pay for being born of you? My life, enslaved by passions and held away from me Who is my mother? Where is her grace? Where is that subtle joy I crave? Who is my mother? Where is her grace? Where is that subtle joy I crave? It's gone It's gone Or should I say never existed anyway Through blurry winter clouds and snow melted by anger My subscription, my addiction, my addiction If I had one love in this world If I had one love in this world If I had one love in this world If I had one love A pound of nuts is simply not enough to keep my rage at bay And though I didn't kill you Like you tried to do to me I'm just as guilty Because I would have wanted to be free

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Feb 21, 2026