2004 Demo

It could be a deadbeat A smooching kiss of death Going on the defense Binding to bitterness Throw it off, throw it off Got your name, got your face, got a record of your mistakes It's too easy To end up sneering It's been too long now Yes it was tough, now free yourself, cut it off You could ages so quickly In a year of judges And if you stand there dwelling You're no better than your grudges Oh how it burns, oh how it burns It's too easy To end up sneering It's been too long now Yes it was tough, now free yourself, cut it off Don't let it stop, no, free yourself, cut it off It could be better, free yourself, cut it off Yes it was tough, now free yourself, cut it off You could age so quickly In a year of judges They see you fall on your face Cut yourself off from the smudges Oh how it burns, oh how it burns

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Feb 21, 2026

The world is a ploy The world is a ploy To train you and shame you A leash of employ The rake sweeps and severs, dry leaves are the weak A breakthrough could break you the day that you see Hanging by a thread to the miniature things Our loved ones are leaning on something they can’t see If you want to take, if you want to give When you find a meaning, you’ll find it short-lived The gifts and opportunities that come and go or stay The buttons there for you to push are only in the way Buttons so vivid, your soul could seem gray The world all around you entices you to play Come on! Come out! Come on! Come out! You have a choice to make The push button glows in wait The more you believe, the less that you think The less that you think, the more that you speak The more that you speak, the less that you see The less that you see, the more you believe The world is a ploy The world is a ploy A breakthrough will break you A breakthrough will break you The less they are thinking, the more they believe My loved ones are leaning on something they can’t see Come on! Come out! Come on! Come out!

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Feb 21, 2026

We started out as little kids believing things were hidden Straight surfaces no cracks beneath I wanted to believe it We realize at the time there isn't much of a burn Wait 'til your turn Don't try to fool yourself You're sweating all around your smile Under civil disguise Those senses were a human voice There is another side to all this pressure under your suit Here on the losing end look at them based on how they looked at you Such a slave on this chain until the day we are done Isn't it fun? Don't try to fool yourself You're sweating all around your smile Under civil disguise Those senses were a human voice You will find that the fly's based on nothing Just a way to hide from the fear You kept avoiding Don't try to fool yourself Under civil disguise Put out my hands to the delusion When I look at you I'm a fool I've got one too I try to fool myself By wasting time at this fork in the road Under civil disguise Those senses were a human voice

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Feb 21, 2026

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