Scurrilous

Stepped off a chair so he could learn to let loose Learn to let loose before the pendulum wore off His final sound a gurgle and a cough And his final words “the pendulum wore off.” Stepped off a building to find some concrete evidence Concrete evidence that he’d ever make an impact Fiction splattered into Fiction splattered into fact Fact And his fiction splattered into another sidewalk painting on display Stepped off a bridge so he could make a splash To make a splash he had to flounder like a fish out of water Another lamb that chose the slaughter Stepped off a chair so he could learn to let loose Learn to let loose before the pendulum wore off His final sound a gurgle and a cough Stepped off a platform and he briefly made Yeah he briefly made the news Made the news and made the trains run fifteen minutes late Oh what a price to pay (the trains were fifteen minutes late) Oh what a price to pay to be the author of your fate (The trains were fifteen minutes late) to be the author of your fate (The trains were fifteen minutes late) to be the author of your fate (C’est la vie!) A drooling old bitch and a house full of lies (C’est la vie!) The little things that kill you make you glad to be alive (C’est la vie!) Disease in your genes and ocean levels on the rise (C’est la vie!) Sing a song of living before everybody dies

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Feb 21, 2026

(Rody Walker) That sweet little redhead's got her hooks in my back She points her finger and she shows me what I lack Her pale skin, it burns so hot in the midnight air She paints the streets a shade of gray around my chair so come on in Her hot breath on my skin And her scent on my fingers Her taste is on my mind It constantly lingers 'Till I can breathe her 'Till I can believe her 'Till I can breathe her 'Till I can leave her Every kiss is a little sickening I can feel Death's fingers quickening Tightening my passageways If you can't count the years Start counting days Try to remember that she hates you And though she might elate you She tries to kill the great that's in you now She's hand picked the fate that awaits you now And despite her words, it's not too late I wrote a Goddamn love song to praise everything I hate And kids were wanting the chorus line And they sealed my picture's frame She might run shit for right now but I'll be damned if it's forever and always As the chorus-line fades away like friends in high-school hallways Oh, I got this feeling That things will never, ever, ever be the same Things will never be the same (Jadea Kelly) What about those rainy nights in London? What about the crippling desert heat? What about all those times you swore you'd never leave me? (Rody Walker) What about the hospital in L.A.? (Jadea Kelly) You took me back after that night (Rody Walker) What about that blackened image in my mind? (Jadea Kelly) I swear I burn with a new light (Both) What about that frozen, dripping, holiday bird that's cold (Rody Walker) She's cold as ice!

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Feb 21, 2026

Everyone knows that Cancer Takes bites of every family And it eats up families whole Dance around the issue Take issue with the answers provided The past few years radiate with treatment But to every day she'll put her cap on and greet them She's got demons, but you'll never meet them Yeah we hope one day that she can finally beat them all She laughs for us She laughs, so we don't worry She smiles through the pain And keeps the details blurry My intentions are not to expose The depths of her trouble aren't mine to disclose But like evening rain on the petal of a rose It drips down to the earth and begins to compose And if there's one thing that remains So crystal clear to us It's that the wandering hands of the gods Are so goddamn mysterious Like there could be a justification For the lives, it takes and the lives that it's taken This isn't a eulogy Or a requiem Just some words I've sketched out Cause I haven't said them This isn't about her father or brother Just a few simple words so she knows that I love her And tragedy will never disaffect her I hope she knows how much I respect her My intentions are not to expose, in verse or in prose The depths of her troubles aren't mine to disclose But like evening rain on the petal of a rose It drips down to the earth and begins to compose A song worth singing A wound that keeps on stinging And one sinking feeling That's always worth clinging onto And a stone in a glass house That's always worth slinging She laughs for us She laughs, so we don't worry She smiles through the pain And keeps the details blurry My intentions are not to expose The depths of her trouble aren't mine to disclose But like evening rain on the petal of a rose It drips down to the earth and begins to compose Saints walk the earth They don't patrol the skies They're the people right behind you Riding tandem through the night It's the comfort that's discovered Between two sets of eyes It's the hand that stills the other That shakes like candlelight Like candlelight

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Feb 21, 2026

Yawn awake Familiar surroundings All hotel rooms are pretty much the same Although the room number might change Catch a glimpse of everything within the lighter's flame There's always a window, but so changes the view Affording a clue to the answer that's owing Where we might be and where we might be going There's no fixed address but the van, white as a suburb Catch a reflection in store windows As we're headed in any direction So press your head against the window Look outside at emptiness Tell a joke, or take a piss Take a picture at every mile Lock the door and start the engine, "Quince, it's gonna be a while" Tell a joke, take a piss Take a picture at every mile Start the van, close the door, "Quince, I think it's gonna be a while" The climates flay themselves Undress themselves at the side of the road Commute at the union between failure and hope Weave a highway line to stitch a skirt out on the land Twist and turn, and tell a story like the palm of your hand Ponder awe and wonder, keep watching the skies Wonder awe, and ponder in the blink of an eye The climates flay themselves Undress themselves at the side of the road Commute at the union between failure and hope Turn our weakness into Turn our blindness into Turn our questions into answers as obvious Turn our weakness into might, oh Turn our blindness into sight Turn our questions into answers just as obvious As moonlight in the darkest, darkest night As moonlight in the darkest, darkest night

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Feb 21, 2026

And what a fucking waste of a day We just lay around and waste away Because when that sun goes down it's bottoms up We try to reach the bottom of the endless cup Everybody's getting older, but no one's growing up As the weather's getting colder, the room starts heating up Cam's hair just keeps falling out and Chris just keeps getting fatter But from where I sit now, on this rickety stool None of that shit really matters because This is our Versailles Palace on the swamp Listen to me for a nominal fee you can have anything you want What matters the most is the bad joke ghost Circling your floating corpse at the end of the haunt Never forming pleasantry I'm so drunk I can't feel a thing Pledge your allegiance to the fucking swamp king Drunk as hell Dumb as all get out So pucker up those pretty lips of yours and Kiss my ass and shut your mouth Sometimes a knife right through your heart Is exactly what you need Sometimes the things that your ashamed of Make you who you're supposed to be Listen to me for a nominal fee you can have anything you want We'll remain here We'll remain here forever and always What matters the most is the backdrop ghost Circling your floating corpse at the end of the haunt We'll remain here We'll remain here forever (always) Like a million other soldiers On a thousand other battlefields we wait Wait for the dawn Like a million other soldiers yes we wait This is our Versailles Palace on the swamp This is our Versailles (This is our Versailles Palace on the swamp This is our Versailles)

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Feb 21, 2026

And when the underworld's Best kept secret Saw its own reflection I knew things had finally changed For better or worse Whatever as always Midlife fires start to burn And burned down our one protection I won't take pictures from their frame Whatever as always With their hands that sold me everything Slapped a price tag on my chest Bit my tongue and shut my mouth Tried to blend in with the rest But I'm a square peg I'm a sore thumb And it seems to me this apathy Kills the life in artistry Ankle deep in industry All these songs sound so damn good Even if their meaning's hollow Hollow words dry out your mouth You might find it hard to swallow all the shit That we keep feeding to keep ourselves and you believing That no money could change us then a door opens up and some devil persuades us The songs we sung when we were just young Have all but lost their meaning But there's still a few things There's still a few things Still a few things That we keep on believing Still a few things There's still a few things That we keep on believing Shitty music just ain't worth making Smiles and thank-yous just ain't worth faking Some assholes' hands just ain't worth shaking And if it ain't broken, we need to break it There's no such thing as unconditional Though contracts bind you in the end Make no mistake, this is a killing ground Blood-hungry and camouflaged as friends Select 'yes' At the end of this mess If you get there and it's your only fucking 'option' left These days I don't know The people I'm supposed to trust And I don't trust these people That I'm supposed to know The handlebars on my dreams slowly start to rust They'll take everything and somehow you still owe As the cocaine cowboys finally get their wings And sell them all for blow These days I don't know these people that I'm supposed to trust And I don't trust these motherfuckers that I'm supposed to know The handlebars on all my dreams, they slowly start to rust The cocaine cowboys finally get their wings too Now they sell them all for blow They finally get their wings too Now they sell them all for blow I make music for myself, not for hat tips from the upper-tier and their undeserved wealth Here's to their failing fucking health I don't mean this in a hateful way, but when the people you love start walking away The walls get tighter each and every day Take your last bite before it crumbles away And there's something inside me I just have to say Love nothing Trust no one Just live for the motherfucking day

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Feb 21, 2026

Each word bitten Every ‘fuck’ is pronounced With conviction written Injustice announced And every hand that feeds is bitten If it steals from hungry mouths Convention be damned I know who I am and some words Are just too fucking loud They can’t be ignored Twice our bitter lifetime Tucked tightly in their belts But spat and bit in such a way That you just know how it felt What it means to be a man And what it means to refuse it Things I learned along the way While listening to their music So laugh then cry, well try, but laugh again Throw your hands up in the relief That twenty years won’t end their reign, their reign, their reign The reign of unending terror The rain that brings us warning The reign that breaks the sky and gives us hope For the end of this long night Red sky, morning light The truth is, some days I don’t have any morals at all The truth is, I left them in the men’s room, at the truck-stop, in the second stall The truth is, some days I don’t have any morals at all The truth is, I left them in the men’s room, at the truck-stop, in the second stall And that’s the kind of enemy that obscures The very core of me My shallow lacking and disbelief (Steps back while) flipping through the sleeves of CD books with cold-cocked hooks Flip the kings uplift the rooks Spit on the diamond cuffs Of the real crooks When you look in my eyes, who do you see? When you look in my eyes, who is it? When you look in my eyes, who do you see? When you look in my eyes, who is it?

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Feb 21, 2026

Gin! Always the gin, always take one on the chin The devil dogs and scorpions peel away and wear my skin Smokeless flame, the common name Less than the angels but more of the same No paradise nor gre'thor will lay their claim Whether the intentions are violent or just mundane With the wind he disappeared Confirming everything that I feared The time passed is shown by the length of his beard Solomon stands, dead on his feet Waiting for termites to resolve his conceit In the mountains, in the seas, in the airways, the disease We are not gods; death comes to us all But tonight I'm invincible; tomorrow I'll crawl In the mountains, in the seas, in the airways, the disease The djinn in this bottle, just don't let him drown Next lesson you swallow, might be hard to keep down Taste the penalty of the blazing fire Taste the penalty, sing with the Devil's choir Gin! Always the gin! Never thick and never thin Thicker than blood, less than kin The rattletrap-night ends where it begins

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Feb 21, 2026

Psychotherapist once claimed I had acute neurosis Well, I only said a couple words and he made his diagnosis He said I could say whatever I want because I never chose this So I spat, grinned and I looked at him and blew him a Glasgow kiss, look out now I close just one eye, and let a part of me die Never too sure if it's the truth or a lie I'm not asking for your pity "Oh woe is me" sarcastically I'm not losing sleep pathetically while waxing so poetically But I'm waning, waning alphabetically As I keep dropping bombs Dropping bombs Dropping bombs apologetically It was a wicked whimpering Winnipeg night When my tongue grew wings and took to flight The thought had never crossed my mind before that moment Is the truth so bent it can't be broken? My jealousy got the best of me And had a conference with the rest of me It said, "If this is all that's left for me Then there's a little room for regret." Little voice Little voice Little voice inside my head said "If you don't regret nothing then you might as well be dead, might as well be dead." So I apologize Mostly to the four or five guys Who stand behind me on the stage every night As the mic starts to whisper And the words start to blister In my mouth that I know aren't right I gotta get back to who I was before my last ten years on autopilot It's the mask that quite often starts to eat into your face So wear it lightly like a cap that can quickly be replaced I gotta get back to who I was before my last ten years on autopilot So tell me again how my life should have been before I was spineless Before I gave in Because everybody thinks it's timeless... Well time's running out One thing I'll never regret is I never shed my face

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Feb 21, 2026

Here's lookin' at you, kid It was gonna leak eventually, so eventually it did And bad news travels fast I think In minutes half the country will be stiff, stiff inside their pants All the editors are hard, all the journalists are wet All the boys are jerking off in private on the internet The manager is sweating The parents smoking cigarettes And it doesn't matter if the vision flatters It's the nudity, and that much is understood (And that much is understood, that much is understood) And it better be It fucking better be It better be good Cause she looks hungry on that tape Yeah, she looks so fine in the limelight In the sickly green she might have been A girl I know, a place I've seen Now all the editors are hard, and all the journalists are wet And all the boys are jerking off in private on the internet Now all the editors are hard, and all the journalists are wet And all the boys are jerking off in private on the internet Between the sweat and the silhouette Between the drink and the regret Have your fill, but don't forget... Everyone's naked Somewhere on the in-ter-net Somewhere on the in-ter-net The Jonas generation's got rings wrapped 'round their dicks The whole world waits with patience for one them boys to slip Reflected, directed, by one simple fact Be careful what you're looking at because it might be looking back Reflected, directed, by one simple fact Be careful what you're looking at because it might be looking back Be careful what you're looking at because it might be looking back In the sickly green she might have been A girl I know, a place I've seen In the sickly green she might have been A fantasy that I foreseen Yeah! Get if off, get it off online Get it off, get if off, get it off online Innocently green she might have been A girl I know or a place I've seen A girl I know or a place I've seen

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Feb 21, 2026