Peace Minus One
I wonder why they call this happy hour for surely no one's happy here A flock of faces try to hide their pain and sorrow between the vodka, gin and beer They're never leaving here. For all the time that I have wasted on being wasted all the time For every lie I've told and all the lies I've swallowed with just a pinch of salt and lime Raise your glasses one more time Here's to good friends Tonight is kind of special This drink I hold will soon be holding me It always ends as it begins The passing out and coming to For all the things you do, here's to me, here's to you. Here's to good friends For every tarnished reputation For every beauty queen turned whore For every time I've seen my life flash right before my eyes out of my mouth and on the floor And I still come back for more. For all the dead left on the highway. For every mother left alone. For every fool who started out by trying just one sip and wound up drinking methadone. At least you're not alone. Here's to good friends Tonight is nothing special This drink I hold will soon be holding me It always ends as it begins the passing out and coming to For all the things you do Here's to me Here's to you Here's to good friends.
Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 25, 2025
Salute the men in blue who protect your life and mine Night stick swinging closet sadomasochistic swine Where were you on the day our childhood died Were you polishing your guns? Looks like you weren't the only ones You say you come in peace We say peace minus one Peace minus one We say make war, fuck love A salute to the fallen youth who have died on the cross of our neglect Programmed and desensitized to kill all the reject And the news shows the clip a thousand times And still has the balls to ask the question why To serve and to protect you say you come in peace Destroy our self respect we say peace minus one To rape and to degrade peace minus one Run from the war you've made We say make war fuck love We say peace minus one Fourteen year olds have guns They say make war fuck love
Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 25, 2025
Johnny came home with a lunchbox full of lead The note said sorry mom, but your son is dead And his friends say he died for honor but there's another reason We know instead Johnny died for the red bandanna wrapped around his head Poverty was getting old, crack for cash and guns for gold Kyle and Kevin didn't come home at all The phone hit the floor when their mother got the call And all the newsmen were having a field day And all the cops were having a ball Saying "gangsters kill each other, but these Goth kids kill 'em all!" Gunfire lights up the night sky A place where children never learn to cry A worse fate called educated hate, HATE reading, writing, arithmetic and drive-by practice 3 + 5 + 7 = 357 1 + 8 + 7 = 187 Bald heads raise arms of disgrace They wear the sheets to hid their face protect the states From educated hate HATE Reading, writing, arithmetic and drive-by practice
Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 25, 2025
Green, Yellow, Light turns red There's a devil playing in my head I didn't want to I didn't try Now I'm haunted by their image as I watch them die I replay the ending of life so sweet Now they're seeing heaven in their sleep. There's an angel in shadow blue coming clearer and it looks like you There's a devil in hazy blue coming clearer shocking? I'm too hardened to turn back my heart has gone black I'll crush the American Dream Empowered by their faces as I watch them scream Turning the silence to pure aggression releasing the demons of depression There's an angel in shadow blue coming clearer and it looks like you There's a devil in hazy blue coming clearer shocking?
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 25, 2025
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Man you want to talk about a horrifying past But don't judge me incapable of nothing less Ask around, you'll find out what a fool I've been They'll tell you that I got a heart as black as sin What's another name for nothing left to lose? I'll rip your head clean off Although my heel you bruise What's another name for my insanity? What's another name for me? Satan You, me us Satan You and me and us Satan Skeletons in my closet Secrets in my pocket A record that could keep on playing all night long I've been accused of lies and stealing Drugs and dirty dealing Womanizing, hypnotizing, everything that's wrong What's another name for nothing left to lose? I'll rip your head clean off Although my heel you bruise What's another name for my insanity? What's another name for me? Satan You, me and us Satan You, me, us Satan One, two, three, four You and me and us Satan You, me, us Satan You, me, us Satan
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 25, 2025
Rise Congregation, rise stand to your feet Lads zieg hielaluya to your king fall on your knees like flies you can't succeed here apart from everything and nothing that is high high Homeless veteran, dying of aids will work for food subway needles all for free I'm in the mood do you feel it too? do you feel high? High Jesus doesn't come through the cotton Jesus doesn't come through my vein Jesus doesn't come through my heart anymore He says he never knew my name do you feel the same when you get high?
Submitted by Immortal — Apr 25, 2025
Whatever happened to love? She's like a used up whore she doesn't work anymore she stopped feeling I'm in her washing machine except I never get clean I am a permanent stain it's not working Add one more fuck to the pile who cares? I don't besides, we both know it well it's not working At least I'm not in denial I don't give a fuck you and every thing that you say it's not working I'm damn well spent, your damn well spent, it's damn well spent Whatever happened to drugs? It's just a game that I play to make the pain go away I'm still hurting, no matter how much I take it's never able to give one single reason to live it's not working Add one more hit to the pile who cares? I don't besides, we both know it well it's not working At least I'm not in denial I don't give a fuck you and all these games that you play it's not working Whatever happened to God he's playing hide and seek the earth he gave to the meek has stopped turning I am a piece of his clay the king that gets thrown away when you learn how to burn you stop feeling add one more God to the pile who cares? I don't besides, we both know it well it's not working At least I'm not in denial I don't give a fuck You and everything that you say it's not working
Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 25, 2025
I was born in a world that was shaped by the blade of a two edged sword I was draped in a cloth with the sign of the cross and the flame of the Lord But every time I saw the thief on the tree it began to look a little more like me I was told not to taste or touch anyone who was outside of the fold (they're unclean) I was warned not to play I would burn if I played with fire of the flame that I hold But every time I saw the filth on the street it began to look more beautiful to me Every time I touched the unclean thing it felt more and more like I was touching me That's why they call me Fornicator You play with fire you will burn The fire will burn all the fornicators I was stripped of the cloak with the sign of the cross and the flame of the lord Now I'm dressed all in black I was stabbed in the back by the two edged sword And every time I see the filth on the streets it's a mirror image staring back at me Every time I see the thief on the tree it's a mirror image staring back at me That's why they call me Fornicator You play with me you will see The fire will burn all the fornicators
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 25, 2025
As time goes by, I find the things that used to thrill me will now leave me in a state of boredom life rolls on and I'll run to something new and will stay there till it's through making magic in me wait until the thrill is gone once more then can we back the fuck up? The old becomes new becomes old becomes new again Somebody throw the switch and make this rollercoaster stop and back the fuck up! As time goes by we move from east to west from worst to best we climb to new extremes while seeking temporary joy good to bad rich to poor love to hate peace to war like a rollercoaster doesn't it all leave you wanting more?
Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 25, 2025
Every wants to think serve some kind of purpose in this world and everyone wants to make someone cry and bring flowers at their funeral but everyone's a slave to them self Everybody thinks they get some special magic from all of these icons that we make of glass and stone And everybody reaches to the sky to trick themselves into believing that we're not alone But Jesus was born in a barn that's why he leaves the door open I'd rather be a murderer than to be a murder victim Everyone's a slave to them self, and everyone's afraid of them self. And nobody has ever loved no one except maybe them self.
Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 25, 2025
Someone pulled the fire escape in Hell Someone got knocked out in the last round and hit the bell Someone threw a match into the sun someone gained the world and lost his soul it could be anyone I know the most horrible word ever spoken It has left a bloody trail of hopes and dreams that are broken A small toy boat against the tide with all it's might keeps pushing forward but when the battle's done it finds it has come now further than the shore to reach the mountain top to climb above your fears you spend your whole life reaching to find you never once were near Almost is the most horrible word ever spoken I don't believe in Almost.
Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 25, 2025
Come What are you looking at? Your stare is shameless Tonight's your lucky night I'll make you famous!
Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 25, 2025