Eyes Wide Opium

Year 1789, I ain’t Robespierre Year 1840, I ain’t Guy Fawkes Year 1905, I ain’t Lenin Year 1968, I ain’t Pol Pot I am nothing like these men, I haven’t dedicated my life for nations I stay here still face to all of this; I have took no fucking risk in the name of ideals Let’s pull this straight before it begins I am no hippie, no anarchist No hypocrite, no hairy fucking terrorist No propaganda will spoil my fucking mouth, we’ve been fucked for far too long And don’t say I’m fucking wrong no don’t Cause if I was we’d all be in our dreams This is a wake up fucking call

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Feb 25, 2026

In the land of the blind one-eyes is king Forget the crown, your eyes ain’t seeing a shit Face to face with the Gorgon your body ain’t shivering You would stay flesh and bones her looks wouldn’t change your skin Feels fucking sore, to see you blind hear you snore Like little whores, you’re like the Bible Thumpers You only obey and believe You only worship the words of the fucking screen So much words, so much speeches So much bullshit concepts designed to make us feel free You’re fucking scared You’re just a sheep flock, just fucking bleat, following its shadow You won’t avoid freezing by hiding the snow You are all lost in this self-made obscurity Wondering in this artificial mist You’re all lost, you can’t breathe, you can’t see, you can’t feel I’d like to be the voice of this generation To be a serious threat to this fucked up system I’d like to believe, to still have hope Give you an optimistic message when I pose But this is my truth, this the truth I see, struggling through this life and this shit ain’t a dream just believe me If you wanna play it fucking easy, drawn in your own shit, live in obscurity, smile blind, damn your world is dying, look life in the eye just stop hiding You face a dilemma, start living real or dive back in your coma, you can start breathing or sleep down to your grave you can start seeing you’ve got a choice to make Fuck this shit! Eat me drink me fucking bite me Welcome to wonderland, Bitch Follow me down the rabbit hole Answers may hurt but at least you’ll know Follow me down the rabbit hole Recover sight with the wonder whore Follow me down the rabbit hole Answers may hurt but at least you’ll know Follow me down the in rabbit hole Recover sight with the wonder whore

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Feb 25, 2026

Slave and secure Welcome back to the Middle Ages, we are safer in these cages Must I be cold hearted soviets or fucking terrorists Fear must go on or people might start to fucking think In this fortress you call system our dreams will fall, even if all We’ve asked for is freedom, our fear has grown walls We are spied and controlled, burning our soul We’re tide and expose, free food for the fucking crows This world is sucked in the abyss All events are major crisis And here we are mesmerized And here we are fucking hypnotized We all have gavels hanging over our heads Play by the rules from dawn to sunset Embrace this Damoclesian justice Calm down our neurosis, our neurosis Line up the warlords Saw fucking discord Fear nothing, our time is coming now tonight their heads will fall Fear no fucking one, tonight their heads will fall Fear nothing, tonight their heads will fall Fear no fucking one, tonight their heads will fall

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Feb 25, 2026

We all believe we have free will and speech That our mind has kept integrity Wrong Isn’t this enough, can’t you see their playing with our percceptions? Creel Committee is controling our mind our phantasms We fucking want or not, they conceptualize our fantasies They hack our fucking brains and produce our dreams They have found the keys to our thoughts, each image, each fucking word, is chosen wisely to dictate What is good, what is bad Why we should believe, why I'm sad Who we are, what we decide Where we go, how we feel about our shitty lives What we like, what we fucking buy Why we consume, why we can’t see their lies (Sing along) Consume, submit Watch Tv, procreate Stay asleep, obey Let us wash your brain Our secret garden has been comprised They control, keep us blind, No one must realize We’re fucking hypnotized They control, keep us blind, No one must realize

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Feb 25, 2026

To see or not to see that is the question Our illusions have enabled us to fly We’ve spread our wings to close from the damn light Reality is making us dive to the ground Make them shiver under the thunder of our march Kings better pray We’re the sons of crisis the fathers of rage, kings better pray

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Feb 25, 2026

Sing once again your verse of propaganda to the people Tell them one more time about your shining heroes Tell us the story about the American dream So we can, so we can just fall asleep Blur our sight, make us believe Guide the crowds to the lands of this photoshopped dream Divide and conquer Divide and fucking reign You made us become egocentric bastards We turned ourselves into your slaves Into your slaves I am not your slave I stand bearing the weight of your mistakes Free from your chains, our lives reclaimed You rule with an iron fist. I am the rust that is creeping up your wrist Through your veins, straight to your heart. Killing you brain, tearing your head apart Your death will not be quick. You will meet your end at the hand of the ones you've damned We are your end, we are your death Like a Phoenix from the flames From your ashes we will rise again

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Feb 25, 2026

Call us citizens if it blinds your insecurities This is the same old shit, this is slavery If wishes were horses beggars would ride We’re still kneeling, losing our fucking pride We have no cuffs but they’ve locked up our minds We have to face the truth, if you want to rise Get ready for the fight They are kings, they are bishops they are shepherds Seems we’re just mean less pawns, cannon fodder We have nothing to lose, no reason to surrender Fuck the rules, this game bloody sucks When comes the checkmate we all return to the same box Why the fuck, do you think you’re so special? You’re just another dick in a whore The cloak doesn’t make the monk but opens the church’s porch How did we let so many wolves enter the sheepfold? People must rise for revenge People must rise again and again Words will always retain their power So you’re the creep, the perv’, the rapist Getting wild, fucking us through this crisis Brace yourselves payback is coming We’re all here waiting the pounding All the white collard gangsters, all the greedy, the corrupted, the liars All the gods all the masters, we can’t take this anymore Reign of the people, this illusion must burn to ashes They just fuck our brains with the opiates of the masses They give us bread and games and we bow the fuck down For bread and games Bread and games

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Feb 25, 2026

Crisis, plague of the years 2000 We are continously persecuted by the dysfunctions of our own creation Hanging to the top layers while the base of Maslow’s Pyramid is burning down This world has been doomed Doomed by the financial institutions ready to break down entire nations for a few more billions Doomed by the corrupted politicians giving us big lectures, pocket full of dirty money And doomed by the lobbies that have and that will corrupt them Stop holding back dive into hell Deluge is coming There is no place in this arch We are the fathers of rage Kings better pray

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Feb 25, 2026

Just like a fucking Frankenstein we created a bloody demon Assembling cadavers for the system Insane speculations, we lost control We lost it all We are the blood of the nations We are the wheels of the system We’re a ruined today and smile at a fucked up tomorrow Are we just gonna stay here paralyzed Let the immaterial overtake our fucking world? I’d rather bleed young on the barricade Than die bloody old full of remorse It’s time for us to lead the parade What the fuck are we waiting for? Can you feel the market’ invisible hand ? Adam Smith is haunting us all Pushing your head under the surface, making you drown Unhappy men, do you share my madness ? Wake the fuck up;

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Feb 25, 2026

If in the beginning was the word Why can’t I see anything but animals? I’ve seen enough of this world Must we squeal or must we growl? Must we squeal or must we growl? Behind the fur and feathers hide some dangerous beasts That will kill and betray for a role in life’s senseless play Forget your faith, snakes all eat apples, pretend to be Eve We ain’t a specie we are a fucking plague Capital has lead to insanity, we’re the eighth sin Cash flows in our veins, we are the eighth sin Scam and scam again until lions become hyenas Who wants to wear the crown when shylocks reign us When shylocks reign on us And even you artists of the world, you’ve sold your marginality You’ve turned the pleasure of rebellion in a marketing strategy Here you are puffing around, feeding the bovine majority As the soldiers of this industry

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Feb 25, 2026

We should be the ones making this planet turn This world is ours We should be the ones making this planet turn This world is ours We are the fresh blood, the only ones that can make things change But since our dawn we’ve been taught That dreams will stay dreams Life is life you can’t escape reality We’ve been chocking for hours face to this blank page We’re too weak too coward, this is more pressure than we could ever take We don’t have the shoulders so we quit the play, walk off the motherfucking stage We’ve been chocking for hours face to this blank page At the age of indifference. All can change in one instance Trampling, igniting this world to stone. Convincing the cattle it’s ours to own When will the lambs stop screaming? I’ll play the game of negligence. So long as you’re the recipient Crawling amongst the dirt of your foe. A waste of your time and the seeds you sow With filth your heart is teaming We are the actors of today The authors of tomorrow Ok stop, I’m done spitting this raw truth at your faces I despise this system but I’m part of it And it’s time for me to face it I’m a little wanker among this wasted generation Just a bunch of fuck ups scarified to rescue the system We are the broken eggs of Charles Darwin's omelet; we’re a crash test, a bunch of manikins fucked for the sake of others But at some point we must embrace remorse rather than regrets Wake up and choose what this world will be Cause until now we’ve just been standing here Eyes wide opium

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Feb 25, 2026