Delivering Hidden Mutilation
Losing everything Motivations Will of salvation The few steps to the arrival don't matter more Just little fears and fucking passions Link me to this world But I'm trying to stop believing in them Dreams are for losers If they're all in the deathrow And my tentatives of rebellion Were just a dream's inception Less than zero And the pencil fell on the empty paper While the brain was dancing the static waltz of desperation A new trap Losing again Becoming The monster You preached I'd become Are you happy now You fucking prophet? Every evil grinder's not a good puker This is now the final break... Dreams are for losers In the deathrow
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jun 21, 2026
Following roads of redemption Feeding the oblivion of mind The hidden beasts of perversion The goddamn fucking reclusion All a big mistake - All a big mistake All a big mistake - All a big mistake ... hollow life! In this hollow life I ask You everyday To be saved right now I pray You everyday To be saved right now Two steps to this Hell... For every second passed in this place I feel my disgrace I tried to fight against the odds of the sin This is my complain The worst prophecy The worst punishment Losing some occasions Searching for redemption Blind into the darkness [Stufo di mangiare sempre la solita merda] [Promesse non mantenute da un sentimento che non è amore] [Una centrifuga di pensieri può generare confusione, non la dimenticanza] Disorder in my head Spits and blood on my face You think my brain's insane You think I am insane Fuck you, I'm not insane Fuck you, I'm still the same Will all these shits Rest in my own oblivion? The worst prophecy The worst punishment Losing some occasions Searching for redemption Blind into the darkness Last occasion used into eternity
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jun 21, 2026
In this world it's easy making a choice But it's hard keeping it real In trap again 12 months in my self-made cage Under they eyes - Under their control But I hadn't enough strength to testify my faith Justified suspicions In a little space of time But for human parameters 12 months are too much I know what you lived I know what they lived I know what I lived I miss what I need They try to eat my poisoned flesh And they feel sick God, can you fill my void? God, can you hear my voice? Planning the perfect escape Pulverizing all my sins It's something just for me No-one's allowed to help me So conquer all my freedom But I want IT Are you The right one Or the single case of my fate? Your sadistic devotion Is the congruence of motion Of electricity - cunt - emotions And I'm still undead And you can see me Every time you want No-one really loves me No-one uses dedication For me, keeping safe my own attention Circumstances are not for ever And this is the key But I'm laying undead Like a big pile of shit Don't try to eat my infected flesh I'm still laying undead They try to eat my poisoned flesh And they feel sick God, can you fill my void? God, can you hear my voice?
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jun 21, 2026
Death_Imperfection_Vomit I puke when life's near death and in death there's no salvation If I realize the imperfection And vomit Is speaking in my name Three certainties: death, imperfection, vomit Forever in need Of something Not present in this world You were all my infected dreams Living, confronting, fighting, Facing pain everyday: I asked me why? For long time I fed an illusion Yesterday, the conclusion A kiss † With love's taste A kiss † With bloody taste Don't you know you have the fault For my own decay? A kiss † With honey's taste A kiss † With vomit taste I walk in the beaten deadline To insanity Open hunt † Open cunt Erasing a superficial past Could be easier But you arrived to resurrection And you don't care my limbo Searching a big never-ending sleep Too similar to death With this empty device It could be easier But the damnation of the awakening will remain Open hunt_Open cunt_Open grave You've the gift of coldness I'm condemned to wait for centuries To realize to be honest with me To be ready to fuck and kill ... YOU I puke when life's near death and in death there's no salvation If I realize the imperfection And vomit Is speaking in my name Three certainties: death, imperfection, vomit ... infected dreams
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jun 21, 2026