Nuclear. Sad. Nuclear.

When does this start? When does this end? Someone is there who's never a friend How do you do? How do I do? How should I ask? Where are my shoes? What is this coat? What is this face? I just need change to get out of this place Why all this pacing, why all the drugging? Gimme that change before I start mugging It started when liquor became the star character, breaking a leg Needless to say, taking advantage of blind elders isn't very saint Spitting out the beer, then growing my hair, then to finding Alcapulco gold Then came hallucinations, anger just sinking into her face A simmering pot of glue, I'm waiting to sniff It's just enough chemicals to put a small hole Into the ozone layer, introduced to some Powder dumping into my system Working at bookstores with never showering Yellow pit stains dance music war stories on tape Enter here, follow signs to downhill, take caution Leave behind all your sexual powers Apocalypse, night has no mercy, all the buds are Bastards, when they choose to overlook and eliminate your fantasy tonight Needless to say, taking advantage of blind elders isn't very saint The snow is coming, the flakes are all a flurry, some touched my skin (They melt away) But I have a purpose I never sway walking for hours, don't feel the cold (Can't see the sun) There's just the road The trees, the piles of leaves, like vomit on the ground I arrive and inhale, I inhale and exhale And I know, in my heart, the Devil doesn't like I am a fucking machine (Machine) I am a fucking machine (Machine) Inhale and exhale, and inhale and exhale I am a fucking machine

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Light the way, the pot of gold Waits for hands, for my hands Diamonds unleashed, on three men One spin, two lights, three sounds A sphere to determine my fate Second twelve to triple up, sit and wait All you can eat, $13.95 The lounge act is really good tonight Look into the faces of these Roman gods As they lead you to the floral-patterned paradise Moving without walking, in all directions Mandatory currency change Snake eyes and boxcars on green felt Royalty on sailboats in the Old West There'll be a showdown at the Taj tonight Circular patterns of baked clay Take my throne aside The one-eyed jack on the Button first to act, shuffle My checks with my right Reading super system in my mind, what would Doyle Brunson do? Possible straight draw on the board, the action comes to Push my life (Under the eye from above) One last hope (That he will lay it) Down to this (He noticed my tell) Calls my bluff Back to the automatic dispenser of paper so I can dream again

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Feb 20, 2026

The horror, they leave in threes, they always do I'm holding hands with the Devil While you make your deal with Jesus So let me milk your prostate with the unborn meat fingers Horrible, your eyes implode With Lucifer's hammer, so you don't watch It's satisfaction, it's guaranteed You should have just planted the rotten seed The horror, this condemned end of life Three are dead, one wounded You just should have planted the rotten seed Inside your grandmother, she could afford the abortion Three, one dead What was it? What was occupying your mind? Into the vaginal secretion I'll drop my rotten seed to you It's time to trash the fetal tissue It's time to trash the fetal tissue One, two, three, four, five, six

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Sit here and take in the earthworms snuggling to the greens Boy doesn't even know chalk from cheese Hold that breath, everyone The cows finally being milked for what it's worth Drizzle that nipple Run it 'til some sense leaks out Class, you won't succeed in life You boys will grow to rape And you girls will grow up getting off being raped Class dismissed Homework for this evening is experiment The body's intake of poisonous cleansing products A golden star for the ones sent to the ER Good day My I's were dotted and my T's were crossed My I's were dotted and my T's were crossed More than enough time to make More than enough time to make Such words as inconsiderate and illegitimate, stop While I was stretching, I was being sent up to the stage Holding that hairy rat feeling ridiculous Hold 'em high, hold 'em tight, show them what you are worth Snapping out of dreaming, hat dose of reality was no figure of speech Clearing my passage, here it goes Holding that hairy rat hostage for the need of love Is at it's all time high You don't have a leg to stand on, so listen to reason Otherwise, accumulation of the butchery Will be very overwhelming to all Justifiable to me, to me, to me, to me Justifiable to me, to me, to me, to me

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Feb 20, 2026

And it was so contradictory, yet deliberately put Never should we start a lecture with a quote Two-tone stage background The actors returning home to eat Food covered in nothing good Served in purple plasticwear The orchestra isn't craving our attention It sparks the active chords, and the stage is set ablaze The conductor lights a cigarette We look at illustrations of ourselves The orchestra isn't craving, just isn't craving our attention The orchestra isn't craving, just isn't craving our attention The orchestra isn't craving, just isn't craving our attention The orchestra isn't craving, just isn't craving our attention Appliances that would blow a fuse at any time While conducting an ancient family Recipe to the very next generation We never saw them coming, we've been throwing Stones at glass houses for too long, it's such a cliché

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Feb 20, 2026

Give him back his sweater That poor fellow has only Orchestrated symphonies Into the poisoned ant hills You have tried, I'm afraid Don't let it hurt, I shouldn't stay Show your cards, now I want out Stain the tub, clot the streak Cock the wheel, push it deep Fallen shade drowsy left me hopeless Carve my head, great disguise Took a breath, gave it back Warly aged, self-pitying misfit Experience, coincidence Quality, menstruating It makes more sense to speak nonsense What is it like to scatter organs all over a Deeply pasteurized land? Just like a cat without a mouse It masturbates, it violates (Sadistic dresser) Just like a cat without a mouse It masturbates, it violates (Sadistic dresser) Just like a cat without a mouse It masturbates, it violates (Sadistic dresser) Just like a cat without a mouse It masturbates, it violates Maybe it's the ability to choose That makes a wounded player take to the field And laugh at his injury, than to be Fed peas and carrots by his sitter Farewell to the Oldsmobile Acknowledge the new models Farewell to the Oldsmobile Acknowledge the new models (Farewell) Farewell to the Oldsmobile (Farewell) Farewell to the Oldsmobile (Farewell) Farewell Set me back in my old sweater for an hour or two I can obtain Satisfaction mutilating one's humiliating me You have tried, I'm afraid Don't let it hurt, I shouldn't stay Show your cards now, I want out Stain the tub, clot the streak Cock the wheel, push it deep Fallen shade drowsy, left me hopeless Carve my head, great disguise Took a breath, gave it back Early aged, self-pitying misfit What is the point of laying in a comfortable position If you can't fall asleep in it? What is the point of laying in a comfortable position If you can't fall asleep in it? What is the point of laying in a comfortable position If you can't fall asleep in it? What is the point of laying in a comfortable position If you can't fall asleep in it? What is the point of laying in a comfortable position If you can't fall asleep?

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Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Feb 20, 2026

We are living in your trust, back to square one again This is becoming what it was meant to For self-exploitation for meaningless narcissism, this is Becoming an encyclopedia for our ideas Suck it up and shoot ten Suck it up and shoot Suck it up and shoot Upload, click, stop, type Suck it up Suck it up and shoot ten Suck it up and shoot ten Suck it up and shoot ten Suck it up I'll sign up to finger fuck your wasted coke bottles I'll sign up to finger fuck your wasted coke bottles now upload Turn to the left, turn to the right, try to capture the pain The juxtaposition between your dark silhouette and the Stark white wall, stark white Stark, stark white wall Capture the ambiguous expression, the one that forms a marriage between Concept and form, you might be beautiful, let's find out Suck it down, suck it up, a throat, swallowing thousands to sing you Softly to sleep

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Feb 20, 2026

Pantone 71 running Parallel centered along the towns Miles of perforated lines To stabilize just a couple more lives It's those tailgaters that'll get to you It's those tailgaters that'll get to you Beaverkill welcomes you It's exit 122 It's those tailgaters that'll get to you It's those tailgaters that'll get to you There is no turn on red Construction lies ahead It's those tailgaters that'll get you Green, red, and yellow, but what about blue? Smell the morning dew filled with exhaust fumes Spin the defroster, put sirens on mute Summons doubled for the elderly A summons doubled for the elderly My thermals are constricting my body My thermals are constricting my body There is no flow to the thinking module There is no flow (There is no flow) When contents are molded to form into rubber They are sometimes shaping into a brake pedal When contents are molded to form into rubber They are sometimes shaping into a brake pedal Creating this animated episode With a speed of 65 miles per hour The guardrails begin to create a story of their own From the accident casualties to the neglected strays They sure hold their own Beaverkill welcomes you It's exit 122 It's those tailgaters that'll get you Everywhere is just now here Everywhere is just now here Everywhere is just now here Everywhere is just now here We're on the phone (Just get off) We're on the phone (Just get off) We're on the phone (Just get off) We're on the phone

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Feb 20, 2026

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Certain lines were formed together to form specific sh-shapes Couldn't help overhearing from where I was eavesdropping That you're tampering with the family circle You're not very talented, dealing the addiction Nor vacuuming dirt into your pipes Just waiting anxiously to rub a quick one out Does attempted murder lie in the category? Did you really want to see a foundation erupting? Did you really want to see a foundation of blood From the neck trigger, child (From the neck) See or be seen (See or be seen) You are disposable, boy (You are disposable) I find you folded into a fetal position At the corner, corner of Cummunipaw and JFK (At the corner of Cummunipaw and JFK) Lift you up towards the pole (Lift you up) Grinding the hacksaw through your mouth (Towards the pole) In the other hand, a reminder (Hold you in my hand) Does attempted murder lie Under the impaired judgment category? The circle will remain a circle The circle will remain a circle The circle will remain a circle The circle will remain a circle

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Feb 20, 2026