Our Oceania
We strive for acceptance In a world where nothing matters You gave up your dreams Sold yourself out Prove to me I'm wrong Prove to me I'm wrong What the hell are you waiting for? Life is passing you by You only live life once Live life Live life Live life to the fullest Live your life Live your life Live your life to the fullest Your life Your life Your life Your life is a compromise
Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Feb 21, 2026
"Let's play this shit" Let me tell you what I heard Rumor spreads like flame Consuming conversation Defacing the innocent Killing friendship Foul words spoken under a breath speaking of truth A trust based on lies and misinterpretations For all to tell Don't believe what you're told Don't believe what... That's just, that's just what I heard Don't believe what you're told That's just what I heard That's just what I heard That's just what I heard That's just what I heard That's just what I heard That's just what I heard
Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Feb 21, 2026
For hours with a pen in hand All I see is an empty paper mocking me Frustration never felt like this before I'll stab this pen through your throat It's these tests that show you're alive These defeats that make you not want to be I'll find a way to get I'll find a way to get through this This won't be... I'll find a way to get I'll find a way to get through this This won't be the... I'll find a way to get through this This won't be the last time This won't be the last time I'll stab this pen through your heart Until you bleed streams of consciousness Streams of consciousness
Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Feb 21, 2026
This is our Oceania This is our Oceania
Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Feb 21, 2026
We've been through so much But it's only just begun I like to think back to Where this all started from Back to the days when Your friends are what mattered most and we took that for granted And sometimes it takes The loss of one to open your eyes To what you've really got Through thick and thin believe me when I say I'll always be there for you I'll die for any one of you
Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Feb 21, 2026
Honesty has no clothing preference And fashions are serpents favorite skin We've found an inviting spot Upon this sinking soil And we are longing for a moment of sincerity And, yet, you disseminate your trite And mind your profit margin We know just what you're after Fashioned sheet of glass, obvious in your intentions Are we your favorite assists? Can't you see it? It's right in front of you You are the death You are the death that comes to... You are the death that comes to kill the true You are the dеath that comes to kill the true You arе the death that comes to kill the true Never put prestige before your passions We'll unveil the venom If only shallowness was a deformity You'd never show your fucking face around here again Prefabricated poison under a musical guide Is your heart for public observation Or a vehicle for material aspirations? Unfortunately, words waste ink more Than they impress in minds Unfortunately, words waste ink more Than they impress in minds Unfortunately, words waste ink more Than they impress in minds And one day, the world might just give you the stage And what would you have to offer? I fear not very much at all I fear not much at all Please, don't waste Please, don't waste Please Please, don't waste our time
Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Feb 21, 2026
Shackles come in many forms How are yours fitting? Redefine need The law of things versus the state of things Is more money always greener? Kicking and punching to get the bait Sobbing and sulking when it fails to satisfy Elixirs served on tap till 4 a.m The parched vacate to safety Look around your abode.. Those that hold the reins needn't have hands at all
Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Feb 21, 2026
And they will tell us we're individuals There's a great selection in their market scene But the truth is, we're very much alike And we've sold ourselves for their dream And they will tell us we're individuals There's a great selection in their market scene But the truth is, we're very much alike And wе've sold ourselves for thеir dream We've sold ourselves, we're not moving We're not moving We're not moving We're not moving We're not moving Our great Our great exodus Our great Our great exodus
Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Feb 21, 2026
There is a sentence Sprawled on a single piece of paper Beside a mattress assuring me that My heart will never break And I'm as dependent on it As a hopeless addict On the needle being clean Broken framed photographs Perched on aging furniture Unconsciously reminding me As does the shrapnel scar of A wounded vet You know its love when we Dance without moving and converse Without the lifting of tongues Every silver will tarnish Every flower will wither, but if You part before one heart stops With my last dying breath... I swear.. I would die a thousand deaths... Before I let your lips touch mine...
Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Feb 21, 2026
Opportunity sure did a little more than just knock this time around But is it a phenomenon that a sin can be a saint to different eyes? Or is it that cliche gray between the black and white? Maybe it was curtain call for business integrity Or Orwell's chance to color our slates from clean Whatever it was, we were its to covet: The raped in awe of her rapist, the pawns in euphoric contentment Beware the eyes that see in shades of green
Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Feb 21, 2026
God took the night off God took the night off God took the night off He let the will of man He let the will of man He let the will of man prevail There's a luster in the sky There's a luster in the sky There's a luster in the sky that we cannot see The Nightbirds came to save us The Nightbirds came to set us free And the Nightbirds came to give us peace A rather ironic species A rather ironic species A rather ironic species Oh, what futile shields these arms will be What desolate silence will thrive at daybreak? On pillows of stone and blankets of ash We will sleep for one last time The Nightbirds came to save us The Nightbirds came to set us free And the Nightbirds came to give us peace A rather ironic species A rather ironic species A rather ironic species Tonight, we will sleep in peace Tonight, we will sleep in We will sleep in peace, and sleep in pieces I know there's been a in last yearbooks Sugarcoated and power crazed Sugarcoated and power crazed
Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Feb 21, 2026