Uneven

You have coffee when I have a pee you start bitching about everything linked to me on this record played for too many times don't you think we've discussed in to the nines I just turn a deaf ear to you hold your tongue or tell me something new I just turn a deaf ear to you I'm wandering you're still around stick to your guns or shut your mouth I don't know why you're still with me you neither do as far as I can see bite back your speech just fade out your voice it makes me sick ending is better than mending and even you - got the plan to make me someone new - got the plan to make me someone new and even you - do not have the view to pull it through - do not have the plan to pull it through bite back your speech just fade out your voice it makes me sick ending is better than mending and even you - got the plan to make me someone new - got the plan to make me someone new and even you - do not have the view to pull it through - pull it through, pull it through, pull it through

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 26, 2025

Water is getting into my arch diming out lights - until dark thought my construction was tight thought what I built up might stand the flood stand the flood phrases bearing a questionmark are trying to board my barque again I start thinking what could have been what might have been if I made up my mind in a different way what could have been if I made you stay again I start thinking what do they mean what do they mean all these words like "but" and "if" haunting my brain what does it mean when all the doubts come up again remembering me: what should have been what could have been what if I've followed my vision what if I've sat on the fence if I took a different decision if I felt a change of sense too many things I can't change too many setups I can't rearrange too many unknown lamentos I'm singing of key should I've thought of myself or of the pain inside climbing up the ladder I was put out of the stride should I've tried harder banish my doubts! What do they mean these words like "faith" and "love" bereft of their meaning when push comes to shove what might have been if I made up my mind in a different way what might have been if I made you stay what might have been

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 26, 2025

Rushing down platform 8, all my efforts are in vain disappearing in the dark are the tail lights of the train one minute too late - it was the cab drivers fault now I've got to wait next to a pissed yob "got any change?" - he's getting brash I search my pockets for some cash while he's still talking trash stand back on platform 8 next service will be late please mind the doors please mind the gap passengers moving from B to A going home or coming to town who knows their journey route different trains going on different rails wheels are finding their way spinning round without rest heading from east to west beds of sleepers go by train delay - another service cancelled six past nine - I won't arrive in time I step inside the waiting room it smells of sweat and pee and poo I hope I'll find a place to rest I cast a desperate view my legs a tired - I'd like to get a seat but noone seems to move his ass so I remain on my feet

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025

Nothing more left to be said things get clear now in my head u know what I feel I know what is real no more waiting for a sign we both laid it on the line there's no alibi I have to face the sky leaving your life - entering mine I conclude the wintertime stranded by the tide I'll get by gotta keep u out of my head have to keep on forgetting what you said accepting - gosh I hate the word but I will rampant weed won't obscure my way while I rise and leave the shade I turn over the page have to take my thoughts from u I need to get a different view I'm leaving it behind rise and shine I cannot take it anymore pleasant memories I've got to ignore I'm coming back: it's my comeback I'm leaving the old track cut gotta keep u out of my head other contents I'll put in instead the die is cast; trancent the past - moving on rampant weed won't obscure my way while I rise and leave the shade I turn over the page I cannot take it anymore pleasant memories I've got to ignore I'm coming back; it's my comeback I'm leaving the old track the clouds that had me blind and gone my hands untied; the knots undone I think I can make it now yeah - I'm sure I'll make it now

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025

I walked the hill touched by wind autumn leaves dancing round my feet I stroke your hear and blew away the dust your pale and fading stare where are you now? I don't really care you broke a lover's vow I found the tree our scratches in the rind I tried to read mossy names unsigned tiny letters hastily written down finally blue turns grey - margins fray but memories stay images do remain sentences stay the same plans get disarranged symbols changed I hope you've lost all the shots I hope you've torn them apart I hope you've burned all the words I wrote down - in believe wish I could wipe out the trace wish I could stop giving chase guess I could wipe out the trace guess I could stop giving chase turning around myself for too long I've lost what's going on banning all what's left in a chamber I feel fine keeping my head above water I survive still too weak - to take your things, torn them apart still too proud - to call your things great memories who are you now? I don't really care where are you now? I don't really care I walked the hill touched by wind autumn leaves dancing round my feet guess I could wipe out your trace guess I could stop giving chase turning around myself for too long I've lsot what's going on still too weak - to take your things, torn them apart I'm looking forward to that day still too proud - to call your things great memories I deny don't want to glorify kissed your lips - they had the taste of drying wax badly surprised I turned away shut the door - having just left the rack seemed I had left the play smelt your scent - it put a neelde in my heart I wasn't ready for the fray

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025

A new portrait in your frame not finished yet - I hit the floor trying to avoid in the distance lies deceit your lips will not purge my sin stains of wine and blood grow pale vivid colours fade away step by step taking the uneven path slow down your pace, I need a rest I'm tired of trying to reach the crest side by side facing the turn-off your life-line's straight but I need a map give me a hint where to go new episode in your soap let time feed your desire revision is dope; vision is hope and the new ring puts on rust your finger's to small in my presence lies defeat your collection's incomplete other portraits to be seen different actors on the screen side by side reaching the turn-off if you can't wait give me a hint which direction I've to take I have to find my own pace can't march in step; I'll give you a smile I will wave you goodbye new episode in your soap let time feed your desire revision is done; vision is hope step by step taking the uneven path slow down your pace, I need a rest

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025

Don't you bear the voices calling for someone shaped like you watch their fingers clenching round the cross once misconstrued what's wrong god you became odd this was your job why did you stop now you look helpless god you're still mute what about your son we'd like to salute we'd like to see the one now you can show us your skills it seems to be your chance pull yourself up oh, sorry - didn't know you feel sick you're getting in retirement age you're off, you're carried off the stage you're said to be a mastermind so if you feel inclined get yourself going oh sorry - did you know you feel sick hey god, what is up hey god, your glance is sad sorry for asking, but is it your age? "The one who's always there" a new name, would be fair excuse me, but now I know you're feeling sick

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025

Walking inside your room I feel as if I'm lost it wast last year June when you went out of sight but not out of mind and I had to stay and put the past behind wandering around the brine we're often used to stare at in summertime I feel as if you stand on the waterside don't you think there's something left untried standing at the place we met I agree to be as you said have to laugh about myself yeah I do; yeah I do I should cry about myself and my sick behaviour but I can't keep a straight face I don't know what I should do I feel totally displaced I feel out of place what you've said to me left a strange flavour but now I am amused it seems, I hope, I feel that I'm out of danger I just can laugh driving the streets we drove I feel you be my side I make my eyes rove but when I see the plain where we used to stop at a voice inside my brain said let curtains drop that was the place of sorrow this was the place of joy here I forgot tomorrow this was where pleasure and joy alloy mission, seclusion - a kind of disolution ruction, destruction - a falling reconstruction vexation, collision - object of derision tension, addiction - omnipresent friction it was a time of sorrow it was a time of joy when I forgot tomorrow it was where pleasure and joy alloy love as warm as tears it is a precious veil love is as cold as dark fear can be a hurting nail

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 26, 2025