Hold This Mortal Coil

“Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil. My cup runneth over. Thou anointest my head with oil. And I will dwell in the house of the Lord, forever.” Split my skin and carve out a perfect empty shell. My soulless meat fed the worthless tainted rats of mankind. Let them taste their own flesh. Bury the seed of the treacherous Eve into the soil. A new hell grows in the womb of God. Inside. It's a part of me forever. Paint me as a dead soul. The flesh, the image, the reflection. Let's complete the illusion. The flesh, the image, imitation. Adapt, absorb, evolve. Collect, consume, deplete, dissolve. Adapt, absorb, evolve. Collect, consume, deplete, dissolve. Paint me as a dead soul. The flesh, the image, the reflection. Let's complete the illusion. The flesh, the image, imitation. Replace the mundane with addiction and pain. Polarise with no shame and deflect all the blame. I could never be me and you could never see, The caged beast inside it wants to be free. Set it free. Set it free. Artificial Earth, prosthetic roots. The sky compiled a synthetic blue. Programmed youth, the perfect design. Confined by the lines you're assigned. Subscripted facts while buffering the issues. The population is suppressed as the code repeats. Concurrently enslaved by the master class. Unit test the lies of freedoms existence. I'm just a subroutine. Just a simple task to complete. I'm just a subroutine. Just a simple task that's obsolete. I'm just a subroutine. (We've grown accustomed to the dark.) Just a simple task to complete. (We've buried our heads in by design.) I'm just a subroutine. (We've grown accustomed to the dark.) Just a simple task that's obsolete. (We've buried our heads in by design.) (Shedding skin, I'm shedding Skin) (Shedding skin, I'm shedding Skin) (Shedding skin, I'm shedding Skin) (Shedding skin, I'm shedding Skin) Inside I can feel the movement. Inside I can feel the change. It's becoming me. It is me. (Shedding skin, I'm shedding Skin) (Shedding skin, I'm shedding Skin) (Shedding skin, I'm shedding Skin) (Shedding skin, I'm shedding Skin) Shedding skin to cleanse my soul. Shedding skin to cleanse the earth. Shedding skin to cleanse my soul. (Witness my metamorphosis.) Shedding skin to cleanse the earth. (Witness my metamorphosis.)

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025

Pierce the flesh of progress. The bland skin is set. Dreams are all identical. The price it seems is death. Dull the tones of culture. Expression's a threat. Automate the flow of compressed drones. Mould the beating heart of sheep. But they'll still try the cake. And they'll still taste the wine. There is profit in poverty. Closed off path towards liberty. The rewards for all have been converted to benefit a select few. Blind they follow authority. Even worse look at the apathy. We the majority, a vocal minority. The rewards for all are for a few. Fake policies. Fake sympathy. It's a game of cards they play. We have traded in the aces, jacks, kings and queens for a bit of artificial stability. For a bit of generational insanity. For a bit of life. Deathly future visions. Selfish cell divisions. The perfect conditions. Hell has finally risen. A scorched Earth in pain. Threat severity increased security. Our borders lost from freedoms lust. The right to privacy, freedom of assembly. All truth is lost. All hope is lost. Earths soil soaked skin has been trampled from within. Drained to it's core. Can't take it anymore. I've seen your fears. I've seen your tears. I've seen your dreams as I was once human. I was once human. I was once... The city of sin grows larger. Gaze upon stone streets, dead flowers. The city of sin grows larger. Tossed out on streets, to sleep, to beg, to suffer. No inclination, no goals, no nation. Just sheep herded democrats. So stand to witness this preservation. They sold us out to rats. No condemnation, no goals, no nation. We rot in tainted soil. So stand to witness this revolution. Just hold this mortal coil. Just hold this mortal coil until you fall. Into the grave, into the dust. Into the dirt, I lust. Into the grave, into the dust. Into the dirt, I lust. Untouchable agents of state, silence the voices by slotting them into the grand design. A playground for the rich creating chaos, disorder through war games and discord where Death will spend his endless time.

Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025

Let the rain come. The dark and cold wastelands of Earth. Rose up from the sins of man and birth. Pollute the air with stale uniformity. Drag me out before I am buried underneath. Underneath the worms, underneath the flies, Underneath the dirty web of lies. Generations of sycophantic marionettes dance along to the seeds of greed and regret. The mind stirs but the heart replies. The eye tells but the thought denies. Call me chaos. Deception. Setup for strife. Or call me the Judas that holds the knife. Through mercys pain and mercys scorn. The descending dealate was born. Was born. The descending dealate. The descending dealate was born. Hold out stone ravens. No claws. No beaks. Point out the faceless. No witness. No identity. The descending dealate was born. Rain down all of your Gods wrath and hell-bent fury. Let your humanitys hate be the spiteful judge and jury. We're just following the rules. You must fall into line. Slot back into your box. Shed all of that expressive skin. The raped and murdered young. History's blood is on our hands. Weak apathetic fools. Wheeling empty cogged life to the grave. The descending dealate was born. The silence is bliss.

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025

My monolith shares its secrets with the wind. It's whispered peak; stretching up towards the sky. And so I'm ready to break free from this. So please don't judge me and I hope you understand That I'm, I'm tired of this world. So just release me and unshackle me from this pain. Feel the weight of this Earth. This spider has spun it's final web inside my head. I am I, and you are you, the burden in my head. Days decay and rot away, no reasons for this life. This life. My past, my name, my scars, to keep. My body, yearns for one last sleep. The wind, the rain, the river, embrace. My mind, my soul, my life, erase. All the bridges we never crossed, all the potential and time we lost. All the chances we'd like to relive, all the hurt we refused to forgive. All the wrongs and all the sins, thinking about what might have been. All the secrets we want to forget, the hardest sorrows are those of regret. The heartbreaks that came from doubt, the love that our pride cast out. A lot of things you said were right, I just wish we had the foresight. And some things were left unsaid, sometimes we felt misled. I don't want to leave your side, but it's time to say goodbye.

Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025

A time of exodus will come in the shape of chaotic symmetry, forming the framework entity. Foreign eyes fixated across the skies Will witness the heat death of the universe. Which will be imprinted on the light, a fluorescent glowing fallacy. An alternative reality where the raven calls for the sign of unity to be divided with impunity. While the potential of evil shines through the lens of ourselves. Our paths have crossed again. In sudden vacancy I'm lost again. There's only one thing left to do. It's time to come and welcome you. The Raven was a gift from the Gods. Broad black beating wings spread, ignoring all that bloodshed and traveling alone. Seeking a better place, a captive of the old face. Haunted by the whispers of lore and gall. It's waiting for us to sleep. To sing one final lullaby, soaring above the world so high. It wants you to die alone. Away from all the drones. Searching beyond the depths of the great unknown. Then the bird said “Nevermore.” Perched and sat, then nothing more. My soul floating on the floor, Shall be lifted — nevermore... Consumed our tongues oh Father. It's done. Consumed our tongues oh Father. Your son. It's done. Oh father, your son. The only one to... Burn! Burn your wings and fall from grace. Turn! Turn your backs and return to nothing. Father, don't let blind faith become the darkness that shadows light from the Sun. No instincts and divisions none. Forget the mind and forget everyone. So we walk towards the edge of life. Forget pointless worries that rest upon the strife. Mourn the departed one. Remember not a wayward son. When all of this is dead and done; The soul within will disperse and spread. From grave to cradle run instead. Occult sublime illusions sing. Watch nothing become everything. Rescue me from your saviour. Join me in forever failure. I can't believe it's led us here. Better off far away than to be near. I, I reach for the hand of God. But we hit the ground to dig, to dig and dig and dig... It's safe down here, you won’t get hurt. In the soil we'll rot in the kingdom, the kingdom of dirt. In the soil we'll rot in ruin and decay. And death will wait, but death will have his day.

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 26, 2025

Kill the masters, my strings are torn. Debt chains unlocked, slave mask discarded. Detached from reality, no seeking solace or peace. The narcissistic venom is free to alter ones self humility. Emotions flow through the core of pure agony. I can't believe this was next beyond the ecstasy. Still we divide, we dissolve and decompose. Our atoms shatter at the thoughts of the great below. A panic knot ties the ends, a swirl in head space. Lift the falling ego in me and label it too big to fail. I have sacrificed so many things to rid myself of purpose. I have sacrificed so many things to cleanse myself of any worth. The vigor of youth is left behind. Enter this decayed state of mind. And so we set the wild echoes flying towards the sacred art, the sacred art of denying. Negative archetypes narrow my views. Distorted prism of light shines through. Be wary of the bright shiny idol. Critical thinking is due a revival. Arcane thoughts. Complex plots. A world bereft of new ideas. So the liquid drops with acidic knots. Burning grief into my new skin. Burning guilt into my new skin. Burning shame into my new skin. Breathe in foundations. Cement the spine. Smooth out the edges, to bridge the divide. Golden liquid, sinks into moral decline. This is the process, just pretend it's fine. My Roads Have Red Veins. My Roads Have Red Veins. No screams, no sound, no tone. My skin turns to stone. But the voice within did not relent. Just repeated the word "Repent." Overwhelming cement of hurt. My place picked out in the dirt. In stone and sulfur, Terrified heart I'll make you suffer. First do it to yourself. Self-inflicted pain. Take an eye for an eye and Bite the hand that starves you. This weak old world. This weak old world is caving in. This weak old world. This weak old world is caving in. This weak old world. This weak old world is caving in. This weak old world. This weak old world is caving in. This, this weak old world is caving in, there is no hope with justice defeated. Humanitys gone, depleted. Enter this brave new world and serve the servants that you know as masters and cheaters casting doubt amongst believers. My Roads Have Red Veins. Biased land my skin. My Roads Have Red Veins. Foundations drenched in sin. My Roads Have Red Veins. Bloodline motorways. My Roads Have Red Veins. What I've built has been ripped and torn away. Ripped and torn away. Ripped and torn. Ripped and torn away. Ripped and torn.

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025

She washed her hands of me. The seeds of gloom were planted. She waits for me in my dreams. It's haunting, this illusion. A great decay was born today and cannot be undone. I stare into the depths of sorrow, To bid a mourning farewell to you, my love. Don't walk with me, your traitor. I'll lead you into danger. Don't follow me, your shadow. Unless you want to fall off off the edge of the world. Where were you the day she died? when the sun's dying haze graced her bedside? 6 feet under now and all feels lost. Anger raged and misery too. In the fires of the coldest death. Her ghost will rise and take my final breath. My soul! My eyes! My life! All death is certain. All death is certain. All death is certain. All death is certain. All death is certain. All death is certain. All death is certain. All death is certain... The veil of doom. No frame, no tomb. And now the stage of death is calling you. The aging of time. No bells, no chimes. The stage of death still calling you...

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 26, 2025

...And so my soul on earth was cast. And my spirit burnt away so fast. Impurities sink low and swing past. As every breath feels like my last. I'll miss watching all the colours flow Through vibrant seasons head to toe. I'll miss how nice dreams used to creep Into my brain by easy sleep. If you can see the water grow To cakes of ice or flakes of snow. If you can see that drop of rain Lost in the wild sea once again. Then there is hope that you may see. The fruit to grow beyond the tree. Beyond worthless silver and gold chains. Where no words, voice or thoughts remain.

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 26, 2025