Derail
Abrasive to the touch All in all in all the same thing now We are gathered here in nonesuch Hooks back to the line And I trip over myself here And I trip over myself Something's stuck in me here And I can't get out Some in paint Some in blood Some in makeup Derail me Derail me Derail me Derail me To everything Churn, churn, churn There is a season Churn, churn, churn There is a reason Churn, churn, churn This ain't the time or the place I am sick of walking into rainbows I am sick of plugging into rainbows I am sick of tuning into rainbows I am sick of turning into rainbows Some in paint Some in blood Some in makeup Derail me Derail me Derail me Derail me Some in paint Some in blood Some in makeup Derail me Derail me Derail me Derail me
Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Feb 06, 2026
(If you want a vision of the future Imagine a boot standing on a human face.) Speed is our god Speed "The new canon of beauty." Caught in static ecstasy We climb Keep moving onward Keep moving forward Keep moving onward Down Ideas left in torment Ideas left to drown Stuck Stuck Stuck Stuck Stuck in the factory Stuck Stuck Stuck Stuck in the factory Stuck Growth is our motto Why? Well the answer's in productivity Gotta give up what's mine Got to fall into line Confused, pathetic and manic Splintered & entirety Spear-like shard Breaking hard We should be breaking you Stuck Stuck Stuck Stuck Stuck in the factory Stuck Stuck Stuck Stuck in the factory Stuck Keep moving onward Keep moving forward Keep moving onward Keep moving down Keep moving onward Keep moving forward Keep moving onward Keep moving down Keep moving onward Keep moving forward Keep moving onward Keep moving down Keep moving onward Keep moving forward Keep moving onward Keep moving down (And then, then there is nothing left; we shall lift you clean out of history. We shall turn you into gas, and pour you into the stratosphere. Nothing will remain of you, not a name in a register, not a memory in a living brain. You will be annihilated in the past as well as in the future.)
Submitted by Nargaroth — Mar 26, 2026
These stations are empty So distant I just can't seem to touch them Most of the time You can find safety in the smooth clear surface As cool as a breeze As helpless as this vacant civilisation And the air we breathe In long, slow breaths It got us picking up our power We're free Feeling free Well I run out of eyes And I run out of hands And I'm moving through spaces I don't understand But the last thing you feel before the end of your fall Is the start of your new life Show us how to feel Got a fear of flying Been failing for years And now I'm sick of trying Salvation's got a gun No answers there for me No sins left to pay Let's blow this guilt away Blow it away As cool as a breeze As helpless as this vacant civilisation And the air we breathe In long, slow breaths It got us picking up Picking up our power We're free, yeah Feeling free
Submitted by Nargaroth — Mar 26, 2026
Borrowed reason That taste stirs nothing in me And the only way to get by Is being built into this wall Yeah, it's a copout Standing still to please your doubt And for years in a snare We're so sorry, we left out your reason to crawl So sit down, vacuum child Get sucked in, desensitize, stand up Direct feed in through your eyes But now you're looking the wrong way Why play, not wanting anymore The first bite's the best So you leave the rest Lying face down like a razor Lying Good evening, clapper loader You should override the writer Making stories fold Because truths are told In better ways than these Believe me I could show you if I had something to show But your history's been bound and gagged And the pattern that's ingrained tells you to Crawl into yourself Safe inside your cage Crawl into yourself Safe inside your cage Crawl into yourself
Submitted by Nargaroth — Mar 26, 2026
I only said those things So you couldn't put it back on me What's said is said But I never lied And the harder I try The harder it gets to remember the path That led me to this place There seems to be no way out of here I only wanted to protect myself From meaning and from cause But you can only try To lift yourself out of the gutter so long Your form surrounds me I'm left alone, an empty space But at least it's my place And the end result is a world That never cared For the likes of different ideas I had security, and now it's gone I can't take the pressure And I don't blame youth The blame's on you and it stands forever Open your tired eyes It could make a difference You can't wonder why We're in need of assistance Open your tired eyes It could make a difference Or at least just try By recreating the system
Submitted by Nargaroth — Mar 26, 2026
All along the way You been scratching your name deep in us Now we're nothing save Let's just say, distracted When questioned it's delay or defuse Beaten down again It's nothing new I'd bring you with me If you were human too But I'm face to face with a silicon wall Hold truth like steel Don't want to lose what I feel When every breath seems real Pump me full of happy medium We want something more We the brighter, faster, harder generation Are coming knocking at your door Hacking down your door Hold truth like steel Don't want to lose what I feel When every breath seems real I know we can make it I know that if we try They'll fall I just can't take it anymore Another, another with nothing apart Come back along the way Been erasing your name out of me Now I'm not safe Let's just say I'm free Hold truth like steel Don't want to lose what I feel When every breath seems real Mold our thoughts like clay Then send us off on our way And it's the price we pay for our fear
Submitted by Nargaroth — Mar 26, 2026
Abrasive to the touch All in all in all the same thing now We are gathered here in nonesuch Hooks back to the line And I trip over myself here And I trip over myself Something's stuck in me here And I can't get out Some in paint Some in blood Some in makeup Derail me Derail me Derail me Derail me To everything Churn, churn, churn There is a season Churn, churn, churn There is a reason Churn, churn, churn This ain't the time or the place I am sick of walking into rainbows I am sick of plugging into rainbows I am sick of tuning into rainbows I am sick of turning into rainbows Some in paint Some in blood Some in makeup Derail me Derail me Derail me Derail me Some in paint Some in blood Some in makeup Derail me Derail me Derail me Derail me
Submitted by Nargaroth — Mar 26, 2026