Worse Than Alone

I am a man who hunts at night I am a man who bathes in tiger's blood I am a man with daggers in my smiles Only the wise speak of a place With such elegance and grace In a crumbling civilization There is only one place to journey to With my dogs, I will search Mush, mush, mush, mush Mush, mush, mush, mush Pray for the Kingdom Pray for the Kingdom Pray for the Kingdom Pray for the Kingdom A dream of running freely through The buttery nipple mountains My sword longs to be Wrapped with flesh Pray for the Kingdom Pray for the Kingdom Pray for the Kingdom Pray for the Kingdom I climb up ropes of leg, knots of skin for my feed The kingdom lies just beyond the horizon

Submitted by Pestilence — Feb 20, 2026

When your head is on back, is on backwards Where do you see, do you see? When your head is on backwards, where do you see? If your lungs begin to wilt like mine, how will you breath? You can't drop your past without digging a hole The sky opens up and my pulse drops Always plummet when I see your rain No one has your back in a bar full of strangers No one takes your blood pressure at a college play If Lola could see this now, we'd have to stitch her back up Dragging your thimble across the blackboard, don't drink from that cup When your legs turn to arms ,will you lift the ground? Dig her up and polish her clean Sharpshooter behind door number one Monty, Monty, Monty Just blowing in the breeze You can't drop your past without digging a hole The sky opens up and my pulse drops Always plummet when I see your rain No one has your back No one takes your blood No one takes your hand No one No one has your back in a bar full of strangers No one takes your blood pressure at a college play No one takes your hand when you need it most No one If Lola could see us now If Lola could see us now If Lola If Lola (could see us now) When your legs turn to arms, will you... Lift the ground, dig her up, and polish her clean? Behind door number one, number one Behind number one, number one Behind number one, number one Behind number one, number one When your head is on back, is on backwards Where do you see, do you see? Don't drink from that cup When your head is on back, is on backwards Where do you see, do you see?

Submitted by Pestilence — Feb 20, 2026

"Engine, engine number 9 Going down Chicago line Engine, egine off the track Do you want your money back?" We waited all year for This time to come around We didn't have much But what we did have, we held very close "Y-E-S spells yes Not because you're dirty, not because you're clean Just because you kissed a girl behind a dirty magazine" I'm it! My head against the tree, I start the count, 1-2-3 This is what life's all about "Ready or not," I'm interrupted, my head against the sidewalk Being thrown to the ground is what I've heard they do A laugh in your face and a crack in the head with a bottle of booze I became the gang's soccer ball, kicked around for their enjoyment Their laughing became deafening The memories became scarring And all they could do was watch The gang, they swung at will Pounding my pals for a thrill But it was the laughs that buried Into me, I leaned up against The tree, had my pals holding my Head, we all sat there and weeped We all sat there and weeped Why am I not hiding? Why am I not seeking? I leaned up against the tree Why am I cut open? The night's filled with shrieking We all sat there and weeped Give my hiding spot away, I'm done for today Why am I cut open? The night's filled with shrieking Give my hiding spot away, I'm done for today Give me a few years Give me a few years Then tell them to come back and play

Submitted by Pestilence — Feb 20, 2026

Meet me in front of Gary's and I'll guard your shadow To be sure you don't have to be carried May the edges of their dreadful words Slice through the walls of their veins And I'll shower you with gifts To cover the thorns Meet me in front of Gary's and I'll guard your shadow To be sure you don't have to be carried I'll guard your shadow to be sure That you don't have to, to be carried I'll guard your shadow to be sure That you don't have to, to be carried I'll guard your shadow to be sure That you don't have to... And I'll shower you with gifts to cover the thorns I'll shower you with gifts to cover the thorns Your necklaces will be made gracefully with fingers The same ones that poked fun at you This labyrinth has gotten the best of you But I'm here to divide the pain in two We all end the same We all end the same We all end the same We all end... We all end the same Please live without any shame We all end the same Please live without any shame Now hold on and let's find our way Out of this game Let's rip off and skin their jaws We can wear them as crowns for fun This maze will get dark This maze will get dark The thorns will puncture The thorns will puncture At the wrong turns At the wrong turns We're all out Of breath But we will keep on searching And our cuts will be theirs But we will keep on searching And our cuts will be theirs But we will keep on searching And our cuts will be theirs But we will keep on searching And our cuts will be theirs If we never find our way out (But we will keep on searching) I'll sit with you at the bottom (And our cuts will be theirs) You won't be alone with him (But we will keep on searching) You won't be alone with him (And our cuts will be theirs) When he's ready for you to come up (But we will keep on searching) When he's ready for you to come up (And our cuts will be theirs) But we will keep on searching And our cuts will be theirs

Submitted by Pestilence — Feb 20, 2026

Nowhere like a diner to get to truly know someone Like a library up 17 or a spin around the center of town The smell of saltwater I left my pocket change at the Molly Pitcher A sound we can live with, no sound A smell we can live with, no smell A home we can live with, no home But the morning sun is not too far behind I'm lit up like the night sky, I told you I trust this place The night jug handles As I'm swept through northern lights QuickChek coffee is cooling down We're sweeping along the shoreline On some journey I cannot repeat Matilda will meet us at Martell's Barefoot in the sand Hanging on the boardwalk for dear life The smells, the sounds Long way from home I can't go on The garden state I'll always bounce Back down these roads Nothing like home The garden state We danced, we danced and split, and split Exit 117, driving east The garden state The garden state We danced, we danced and split, and split (The garden state) Exit 117 (The garden state) I'll never turn around In the place where I was born I'll never turn around In the place where I was born I'm left without directions Or a road to follow

Submitted by Pestilence — Feb 20, 2026

It's been a few years, and still I carry many fears The game has been opened back up So now it's time to play catch up The rats are caught and thrown into their playgrounds Upon consciousness, a letter is to be found "Tag, you're it, time to go seek Listen to my directions and don't miss a beat Your four buddies are hiding, wanting to be found Combine the different body parts In the outline on the ground Arms from #10, legs from #24 Torso from #3, last but not least Head from #12, then you're almost set free Dress your friend on the ground with the nice clothes on your back Yell, 'Tag, you're it' and give him a nice big loud smack A door will open that will let you go And you just played the game You ruined for me a long time ago" The letter drops as he runs towards the yells Found tied and blindfolded is #10 Legs chained up So he doesn't walk away ever again Our compassionless Friend doesn't even think twice "Please, please stop" My childish games rattle on like a tick tock clock My childish games rattle on like a tick tock clock You never foresee danger when you're ready to play My childish games rattle on like, rattle on like... He's laid down, putting a foot to #10's rib With the other foot against his head, he grips his buddies tightly Which is sitting between his legs The arm is tugged and twisted With all his might, with all his might Shredded off like the wing of a bird Who will never take flight With the arms thrown over his shoulders The blood dripping down his back makes him feel colder Placing his findings in the outline on the ground (ground) It's time for more meat to be found (found) "I can see why, I can see the light My insides have finally caught daylight He showed the real me A torture machine Mom don't wait up Or you'll be another cleanup" "You're a wold of light," she told me "I'm darker then black," I replied I'm tripping on my hundredth excuse And I don't intend to turn back now With the leaves in my hair, I'll climb towards the clouds How will I ever find My way home Our victims deserved a last meal My childish games rattle on like a tick tock clock Rattle on like, rattle on like a tick tock clock My childish games rattle on like, rattle on like... Rattle on like, rattle on like a tick tock clock

Submitted by Pestilence — Feb 20, 2026

Keep Burying (We are in the middle of) That (One big natural disaster) Garbage Our beautiful eyes should never have been exposed to that It's last call but the party is just getting started Pump up the air conditioning 'Cause it's way too hot in here No more fanciful façades Masked in a decade of lies No more fanciful façades Masked in a decade of lies Continue to drill for fossil fuels Regardless of the consequence This planet needs its power Even if it means extinction Swine, meat, pig Will destroy everything in its path Look profound for my ill pleasure You're alive somewhere; this pile, a reminder Retort! Rebuild! Remind! Retort! Rebuild! Remind! So let's annihilate everything In the path for peace Deny oppression! Stand up! Stand up!

Submitted by Pestilence — Feb 20, 2026

There's nothing made for you or me So turn me into a tree and I'll stand silently Observe everyone I can never be There's a club out there for me, oh, just you wait and see They wanna perfect being a clone And then we're left alone, we're left all alone Rejected, but I'm accepted into the League of Endangered Oddities, it's my one true home Oh, and then we're left alone, we're left all alone And then we're left alone, we're left all alone So here's to another battle we can't win So here's to another battle we can't win Let's drop our heads and sing to birds And help those who don't fit in Let's drop our heads and sing to birds And help those who don't fit in Hate my legs, hate my head To hell with everything I have Turn their cringes into smiles Turn their cringes... Turn their cringes into smiles Even the servants of god are pedophiles I'm on the train back from my no name job To my no name town This is where I'm joined, this is where I'm joined This is where I'm joined by the rest of the clowns Rejected, but I'm accepted Into the League of Endangered Oddities A smile I can't perfect, a figure I can't figure out A weight heavily on my mind A smile I can't perfect, a figure I can't figure out A weight heavily on my mind But I love my life and I'll... I'll drink to that A smile I can't perfect, a figure I can't figure out A smile I can't perfect, a figure I can't figure out

Submitted by Pestilence — Feb 20, 2026

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Ten thousand times, I could tell you over How many times I would rip through walls Ten thousand times, I could tell you over I wrote a library of books in that back closet Scraping at the walls with my knees in a magazine Roll her on out just to slide her back in Roll her on out just to slide her back in Unravelling, unravelling Unravelling, unravelling Unravelling Rolls into their machinery and click away This was where you could embrace misery With enough energy, you could talk yourself You could talk yourself out of anything A mind in flight, full of addiction; a circulating masterpiece This glorious night, as I trip The horizon is vertical I'd burn this place down If I had a match I'd burn this, burn this place down If I had a match My, my nicotine Hands, hands are shaking A, a frantic voice Is, is at the Other end of the receiver "Won't you even tell me A portion of the problem?" To ease my ears I grab a fistful of air and lunge at your face How many times? Ten thousand times, I could tell you over Ten thousand times Ten thousand times, I could tell you over (How many times) Ten thousand times (I would rip through walls and ticking a typing)

Submitted by Pestilence — Feb 20, 2026