Volition

Without a word uttered, a comparison is drawn A distant future and a cluttered past amid the stars Vague yet persistent, though lacking consistency And an unwilling victim of farce The loudest voices scream uninspired Their numbers vast, their spirit strong Quiet choices sing against the choir The majority is almost never wrong Never wrong Never wrong Never wrong Never wrong A laughable assertion that there might be some connection Smoke-filled halls adorn the walls with mirrors and misdirection Or let it go Or let it go Or let it go Or let it go No common thread, no ties that bind Just grasping at threads, and keep in mind Historical analysis: they play a separate role But one contributes more to the whole Like a saucer sep. let’s separate (let's separate) and shuffle off this conflict My armament will suffocate (will suffocate) and leave you feeling useless We are your beginning And we will be your end Affluence permitting A mutual annihilation A laughable assertion that there might be some connection Smoke-filled halls adorn the walls with mirrors and misdirection Or let it go Or let it go Or let it go Or let it go Or let it go Discussion moot, argument ended An aggressive mute, stumbling defendant Fiction versus fantasy, one fact remains unclear: How you pretend both franchises stand solely on one tier? We are your beginning And we will be your end Affluence permitting A mutual annihilation I don’t care who shot first Or for the song and dance you’ve rehearsed (Mutual annihilation) I don’t care who shot first Or for the song and dance you’ve rehearsed The maps are divided and each are traversed Alignment in flux, for better or worse Is the drain finally swirling Or are we swirling the drain? This drought is relieved With acid rain This drought is relieved with acid rain This drought is relieved with acid rain This drought is relieved with acid rain (We are) We are your beginning (and the end) And we will be your end (We will be your end, end) (We are) We are your beginning (and the end) And we will be your end (We will be your end, end) Affluence permitting A mutual annihilation

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Feb 21, 2026

From the unrelenting beat of a pounding drum, come alive From the ceasing breast of a wicked beast, we survive In the hallowed marriage of sound and revolt, come anew To the hollowed, disparaged - shed and molt, overdue Splintering fingers, gore strewn across each hand (Sink deep, stone, sink deep, stone) Splintering fingers, gore strewn across each hand (Sink deep, stone, sink deep, stone) Pray for a way out of here Pray for a way No animal in all the kingdom Shall ever strike me down A coward in his finest moment Heavy is the head that wears the crown, come on! Be swift and painless, not a glancing blow Right to the back of the head, to the back of the head Be swift and painless, not a glancing blow (Sink deep, stone, sink deep, stone) Pray for a way out of here Pray for a way A long, slow pull on the briar Ready, aim When the fire burns Callusing, topping off the urns, a sound remains Look to the actor in the heavy armor, his mettle shakes Listen well to the deafening clamor whimpering makes Look now to the unassuming, unwavering Standing before the heavens screaming “Bring on the storm Bring on the storm Bring on the rain Bring on the jesters, and bring on the pain Bring on the storm Bring on the rain Bring on the jesters, and bring on the pain.” The seed is planted Let the roots reach far and wide Let it grow tall Let the rings remain intact on the inside And though the autumn brings a fall of leaves (Let it grow tall) We come anew We come anew We come anew The seed is planted Let the roots reach far and wide Let it grow tall Let the rings remain intact on the inside And though the autumn brings a fall of leaves (Let it grow tall) We come anew We come anew We come anew Look now to the unassuming, unwavering Standing before the heavens screaming “Bring on the storm Bring on the storm”

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Feb 21, 2026

Oh what a brave soul He’s proud to be straight But like a host that feeds, bigotry inebriates And no one is ever been compromised For being a white, straight male with two blue eyes And thus, a declaration of unwavering pride Walks hand in hand with Jesus, matching every stride Pew by pew and row on row, they’re taught to revere him But when they’re taught the wrath of God, they only learn to fear him And fear themselves, and fear they should And fear themselves, and fear they will (God is dead) Fear the vengeance of a changing tide Fear the gap in your conscience that’s ten miles wide Until you’ve suffered persecution and defied Misguided accusations, you’ve no right to your pride And those that are truly afraid are ashamed of their own urges Where sex gets buried under rope and cloth, rhetoric emerges Reconcile the truth Recognize the true deviants and sing “Father forgive me for I have sinned.” He might not forgive you, but I will Repent of your ways and we will forgive you There are no exceptions, no red flagged rejections, just open doors For anyone at all, unversed and underwhelmed For anyone at all, disarmed and disavowed All hail the knight of the verbal incontinence Tilting against windmills into the night Inanimate objects, they do not pose a real threat Your objection will surely be noted as a historic account of an ignorant prick Inanimate objects, they do not pose a real threat If it’s a sin against God or you, then fuck him, and fuck you too...

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Feb 21, 2026

Wealth is a sick man’s game Those who have it and those who hunger for it To the victor go the spoils of fame— Those who seek it, and those who abhor it Evil is a very real concept Boiling in the bellies of the graceful Toiling in the fortress in their complex To our employers we are faithful A number arises and there’s a spark in the eye Obscuring the vision, clouding the mind “I am the authority on who deserves what To continue your prosperity, you’ve gotta pay a little cut We’ll be ruthless and cutthroat and get what we deserve We’ll remove each tooth from each swollen mouth and finger at the nerve.” When a hand makes a fist, sometimes knuckles crack and break When that fist strikes the ground, the plates will shift, the Earth will shake Knuckle bones now exposed—true intention, self serving goals Bank accounts that tell of rape The plates will shift, the Earth will shake Evil is a very real concept Dancing in the diner to your upset Sharing drinks and laughing through their teeth Their only success is our defeat So drape yourself in the finest velvets, cape, mask, and tights And jump from the closest, tallest building and reach new heights Revel in the adoration you acquire Dive into the altruism you inspire Then sit back and pour a drink, relax Cause no one sees the other half The same qualities that you despise Are the qualities you personify So dig deep and find your buried heart I know it’s in there somewhere Acquisition isn’t all there is And no one’s too broken they can’t be repaired Revisions of histories et al. abound It flatters me now It flatters me now… Revisions of histories et al. abound It flatters me now It flatters me now… ”Hey spin that song back, it’s my favourite It flatters me now It flatters me now.” ”Hey spin that song back, it’s my favourite It flatters me now It flatters me now.”

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Feb 21, 2026

Passing judgment with haste and laying to waste Those who stand before us and dishonor the faith A dramatic opinion, but an opinion the same An attempt now to make right, not to enthrall or defame An opinion piece, one after another Laid fat from feast, one after another A man is nothing more than what others claim he is So speak clear and ill of me and so it will be The grating sound of my voice The yellowing of my teeth Speak up Speak clear Speak ill of me Speak up Speak clear Speak ill of me I found myself awake last night May the players take their place Repeat their lines exactly to my public disgrace The years exaggerate how horrible it was To be stricken silent with no explanation for the cause I can’t be the only one losing sleep Over things I should or shouldn’t have done They are the rope around the neck They are the blade pressed to the wrist It might seem detrimental, but it’s meaningless Left to my own devices, I am strange I’m a liar—entertained They are the rope around the neck They are the blade pressed to the wrist It might seem detrimental, but it’s meaningless They are the rope around the neck They are the blade pressed to the wrist It might seem detrimental, but it’s meaningless A man is nothing more than what others claim he is So speak clear and ill of me and so it will be The grating sound of my voice The yellowing of my teeth Speak up Speak clear Speak ill of me Speak up Speak clear Speak ill of me I am no one to be reviled I am no one to be admired Jumping rope at the end of the street I am everyone, and everyone is me

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Feb 21, 2026

I forgot to thank you for the blood you shed And your obligatory contribution to the community Are you just dense or so fucking inbred You think that all is forgiven and all is forgotten? But forgive them of nothing, despite their impunity Oh how the system fails you completely When monstrous children get treated so sweetly The violence is praised, the decision cemented (they seem like nice kids) Crimes go committed, but never lamented (that doesn’t change what they did) That’s when they lock up an innocent victim The only thing that’s more broken than her spirit is the system They lock up femininity, infected with the illusion that choice is free You made your bed when you were born in your bones So lay back, sweetheart, in a body you only sometimes own Lay back upon cold concrete floors and rest your drunken soul What more could a lady ask for than to be treated like a hole? Oh how the system fails you completely When monstrous children get treated so sweetly Standing before you in suit and tie Don’t they just look so nice? (so nice) Well-practiced tears come to their eyes “I guess their remorse will suffice.” (will suffice) That’s when they lock up That’s when they lock up your bones That’s when they lock up Femininity infected with the illusion that choice, choice is... Freedom is delicate, cracking under abject catastrophe Stronger than his prison bars are the bars around her memory Freedom is delicate, cracking under abject catastrophe Stronger than his prison bars are the bars around her memory It’s irrelevant, her relation to me No one is innocent if they go free No one is innocent if they go free When we hand raise the beast, and the beast runs wild We must speak of our own involvement in the rape of a child It’s irrelevant, her relation to me No one is innocent if they go free No one is innocent if they go free That’s when they lock up That’s when they lock up your bones That’s when they lock up Femininity infected with the illusion that choice, choice is... That’s when they lock up... (It’s irrelevant,) (When we hand raise the beast,) That's when they lock up your bones (Her relation to me) (And the beast runs wild,) That's when they lock up... (No one is innocent...) (We must speak of our own involvement) (No one is innocent if they go free) That’s when they lock up... (It’s irrelevant,) (When we hand raise the beast,) That's when they lock up your bones (Her relation to me) (And the beast runs wild,) That's when they lock up... (No one is innocent...) (We must speak of our own involvement) (No one is innocent if they go free) That’s when they lock up... That's when they lock up your bones...

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Feb 21, 2026

A breed? No, a series of breeds It’s not a single type or a single gloss But they’re singled out at half the cost Cast off and cast out and almost lost Is the innocent cry of a life embossed The innocent cry of a life embossed A judgment based in human error A snap decision made in crippling terror A sentence passed down from shaking hands Caving and twisting to frightened demands of the disillusioned masses To slap the wrist of the “lower classes” of life To slap the wrist, to slap the... wrist It will be no defense, despite the nurturing influence The nature’s decided, the plan is divine And if you should feel remorse anywhere inside you throughout the course Of this abomination, you should feel grateful— Grateful to feel anything at all Grateful to feel anything at all Grateful to feel anything Grateful to feel anything You are the heartless You are the soulless beast You are trained to kill, but unwilling You are trained to kill, but unwilling to bear witness Grateful to feel anything at all Maybe you should concentrate On the vicious people and the alarming rate Of murderers and drug dealers with whom you share No regard for life before you set and ensnare the same victims Outlining the qualities by combining varied breeds Breed specific legislation falls flat on its own short snout A death squad assembled Why put up a fight? The round up resembles a Crystal Night In relation to temperament, they pass with an overwhelming percent (86.4%) The American pit bull v. the American dream The task is ours to keep our dogs and children safe Disregard the media, or the province, or the state With a different target every decade or so You can wait until they break into your home Repeat the lies you’ve bought and sold and say, “You should look up the facts” When you should look up the facts your fuckin’ self Or you could stand for a dog that’s not your own because your own damn dog is next I’m proud of every pit bull, but ashamed of my own country I oppose any legislature that should try and stop me And if a pit bull is a weapon, you’ll have to pry them And if a pit bull is a weapon, you’ll have to pry them I won’t stop until they lift these, these ridiculous bans And if a pit bull is a weapon, you’ll have to pry them And if a pit bull is a weapon, you’ll have to pry them from my cold, dead hands

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Feb 21, 2026

About a gunshot away there’s a place that I long to be - Tippin’ bottles with me old cock When the shit’s all said and sorted, I plan to settle down and stay - One middle finger to the landlocked From the first time boatin’ or there’s not too much I can recall I kissed a plastic cod and drank rum till I was friggered I decided then and there that I’d return, even if I had to crawl Something outside was broken and something inside me, triggered It’s a long ride home, but it’s always my destination It’s a long ride home If the sun bursts apart at the end of the world, I don’t think I will give a damn As long as I’m surrounded by friends and pints in goddamned Newfoundland So here’s to Newfoundland I breathed a sigh of relief the next time steppin’ off the plane It’d been a long, hard, vapid winter Johnny and the boys were waiting there ready to explain They weren’t there to drive us, just a welcome back to the Island So we taxied to the venue to prepare for the night to sweep Slept in the back room until the India showed up When we finally took the stage, it shifted beneath our feet We stood on the shoulders of proud Newfoundlanders I think it bears repeating I think it bears repeating I think it bears repeating that no one buckled under We all got bit by the cod that we all kissed It left an infection in our lips and a longing in the mist You’re as deep as the grave, and you’re marching to the heartbeat of the land You’re as deep as the grave, and you’re marching to the heartbeat of the land Yes, I be a Newfoundlander B’y Not by birth, but in my heart Yes, I be a Newfoundlander B’y Yes, I be a Newfoundlander B’y Not by birth, but in my heart Yes, I be a Newfoundlander B’y You’re as deep as the grave, and you’re marching to the heartbeat of the land You’re as deep as the grave, and you’re marching to the heartbeat of the land

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Feb 21, 2026

So how you fucking feeling tonight? We're "insert name here" from "unimportant" And I'm about to mimic some image of a rock and roll singer I have under lock and key Without the faintest hint of irony That I'm flashing my pearly whites to sustain my mediocrity So is everyone having a good time tonight? Good, I'm glad—I couldn't actually care less You guys are the best crowd that we've ever seen Seen with these old dead eyes Blind to the stage or even my own lies So make some fucking noise So hey ho, let's go Let's start this contemptible "rock" show Blinding lights to hide the hand up our ass in this puppet-sock show Two sewn-on eyes, repurposed and made new Torn from an aging suit for a sense of déjà vu Thumb underbite I bite my fucking thumb And hope you catch a thread, and slowly come undone An illusion seldom spoken An understanding between you and I That the ground that you stand on is somehow less than mine An allusion to a broken home Left on the street and chilled to the bone So hey, we still feeling good? Now you comprehend our complex relationship—consumer/consumed You're just some stupid kid and I'm a megalomaniac Shedding defenses for an honest creation Placing yourself in the stocks on the strap You're disgracing your effort by conforming to textbook Performance of music to fill in the gaps And it's bullshit It's bullshit Be honest, this can't be what you wanted If what you write about means anything to you Rather than pure vanity, people might connect with sincerity Pray the next generation learns from our mistakes Let's not repackage that same old performance Original content is so much more rewarding Let's not repackage that same old performance Original content is so much more rewarding I know that it might be quite cliché But if all the world is in fact a stage Then this stage, this here goddamn stage Might just be all the world

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Feb 21, 2026

Why do you torture me so? You sit across the table with both eyes closed You speak in myth and fable, and stand unopposed The animal bones reveal themselves from deep within your mane They reach for ethereal light The ancient spears rise from her shoulders and riddle your frame Marking the first time it was done right And that’s not all that haunts me - the death by fire of a child She waits so patiently And we are the ones Who set the standard by which we are to be measured Measured, measured! Some things can never walk again cause sometimes a step is all too vile The path of five innocent men who are only capable of walking one last mile If I could live another day over again, I’d choose not to The successes and failures of days passed are constant The horizon promises days ahead If you won’t quit, then I won’t And this I swear to you tonight Upon these former embers You fanned until they were fire And we are nothing without the thousands of voices that make the choir Nothing without the thousands of voices that make the choir We are, we are, we are still life (We are, we are, we are still life) We are, we are, we are... still life Begging and pleading, not dying, but bleeding out. (Still life, still life) Begging and pleading, not dying, but bleeding out. (Still life, still life) Oh, the chemical reaction, the chemical Oh, the chemical reaction When the walls fell, with arms wide

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Feb 21, 2026

Cough, gasp, and sputter Spinning helplessly down toward the earth A loss of control, the sky swallows whole Spinning down, down Forever falling down, down, down But is it entirely a flightless fall? No deceptive currents, no rise at all? Maybe it’s too naive to not jump ship When deviating so drastically from the initial script Tremble beneath the weight of inevitability And all the casualties therein Cower in the shadow of the ever-present sun Witness eclipsing, eclipsing, eclipsed Is it completely void? Or is the truth in shade? Are all the facts before us a masquerade? Suffering no deceit, no selfish lies We stand in our own crypt and we mobilize Waking up to blazing heat And the stench of rancid meat Don’t have the patience or the time to repeat mistakes Like high, hot hauls, through highway tolls With bigger brothers for hungry trolls Each horn sharpened by eye sockets torn Standing on the graves of the worn Welcome to the place integrity is born Heart in the right place, just missing the mark Feigning exception is a shot in the dark With no remorse and no regret Is anybody listening yet? Tremble beneath the weight of inevitability And all the casualties therein Cower in the shadow of the ever-present sun Witness eclipsing, eclipsing, eclipsed Bask in uncertainty Strange things can happen when faced with adversity Ask and you shall receive Or swing frantic your arms, fate is nothing but a nervous belief I don’t believe the end is in pavement I don’t believe there’s anything beneath I don’t believe there’s death in the basement No I don’t believe No I don’t believe Embrace the fall, there is no end No ambiguous hypothesis to comprehend No bruised and battered egos in descent’s entire ethos No magnificent creation myth, no wind to pad the story with Only I will never quit, or watch my brothers quit But I’ll lower down a lifeboat if you’re abandoning the ship “True sailing’s dead,” should have been the first thing said Before the writing could be written, before the writing could be read Singing woah Woah The wreckage was never found But the black box was recovered The message there profound In our final moments our true names are all discovered (So let it fall) Even if it turns out to be futile (fall) At least we couldn’t ask for a sky so clear or a day more beautiful They’ll never find the wreckage, transcending all human languages Just a promise and a final message: the descent is all there truly ever is Just a promise and a final message: the descent is all there ever is Just a promise and a, just a promise and a final message: the fall is all there ever is Just a promise and a final message: the descent is all there ever is Just a promise and a, just a promise and a final message: the fall is all there ever is Stumble beneath the radar, big holes in each great city Is all the evidence I need Knowledge often beckons and can lead astray Whisper release me, release me, release Dive into an endless sea No reason to falter no plan supersedes Altering frequencies But we welcome the change, fate is nothing but a nervous disease Cough, gasp, and sputter Spinning helplessly down toward the earth A loss of control, the sky swallows whole Spinning down, down Forever falling down, down, down

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Feb 21, 2026