The Collected Works of Tourniquet

Enter the mind of a man torn in two One of twelve but is destined to do What the black heart of a person can feel When he follows what he sees to be real His eyes Say he already knows My resentment now grows I know what I must do To thine own self be true I know you are who you say that you are Branded a traitor I feel very far My mind and my heart don't appear to agree This is what causes my hectic quandry I'll always regret what I'm choosing today I realize that you love me anyway Trapped But as hard as I try Can't continue this lie Hang From the limb of a tree I just gotta be me

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025

Silently vanishing, then reappearing Slipping away for a while Start dematerializing before your eyes Always a step from our grasp At the turn of the century Lived a Mr. Houdini Shrouded in a mystery He fooled all humanity Why is it a mystery The very thing that seems to me Explains itself so easily The love of wealth brings misery Things we acquire means fuel for the fire The feeling is gone, then our soul we will pawn Things we acquire means fuel for the fire The feeling is gone, then our soul we will pawn Chinese water torture cell And metamorphosis Jail escapes, buried alive Walking through a solid wall Suicide among the rich Defies the laws of reason which Tells us those who have it all Must often answer to death's call Things we acquire means fuel for the fire The feeling is gone, then our soul we will pawn Dollars for happiness, that's what the world tells us Pour all yourself in the pursuit of wealth Things we acquire means fuel for the fire The feeling is gone, then our soul we will pawn Dollars for happiness, that's what the world tells us Pour all yourself in the pursuit of wealth "There are chords in the hearts of the most reckless which cannot be touched without emotion. Even with the utterly lost to whom life and death are equally jests, there are matters of which no jest can be made" Ever since I was a boy I have always kept your laws Now I want to follow you Join you in your noble cause Jesus turned to him and said Sell all you have, give to the poor The rich your ruler hung his head Not to follow, walked instead [Quote from The Masque Of The Red Death by Edgar Allan Poe]

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025

The iguanidae sees East and West simultaneously The praying mantis sees three hundred flies from three Orbit of man, divergent strabismus and Compound eyes alien by design Pathogenic Ocular Dissonance Unravel the surcingle, clotted and much Excoriated eons of life unsound Avert your gaze, the horrific pestilence You are spared and standing on Holy ground Searching nystagmus, it's no wonder Spiritual migraines still persist The scales fall, the cataracts desist The life you once led is not even missed Pathogenic Ocular Dissonance When red is green and green is grey Tou've failed the test in column A You see at twenty what we do at fifty The wisdom of sight comes from the father of lights The treasure you see, the treasure you know There will your heart be found also

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025

When Father Time begins to run out on you There's a place we take you to "Just a burden now", I heard them say I know I'm just in the way You watch the car as they drive slowly away Their guilt will hang on them for just today All alone you sit, the phone never rings Each day new sorrow brings And the holidays, they come and they go But there's one thing that I know Even though my family counts me for dead I never see them anyway My life to God is not a worthless mistake He's right there with me in my endless heartache Can you look away from all this pain Or do you think it isn't there Can you look away from all this pain Say you just don't really care As we lock our priceless heritage away Our kin the elderly Do you know someone who stares at the walls I think you know what to do

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025

Cranial vault the mind's map paved by heart and soul's aim Transfer of DNA forms the cerebral mainframe Just like a computer garbage in - garbage out Subdural detour shuns the embrace of logic and reason Shrouded in doubt Divine mental biopsy reveals you need psycho surgery The renewing of your mind by cosmic mirror Spiritual angiography illustrates the mind's sorry state Barnacle ridden psyche man's own demise to demonstrate Burrowing mole exposes the dry rot within Abundance of wormwood, euphorism for sin Divine mental biopsy reveals you need psycho surgery By His Spirit the symptoms are starting to clear Blind cavefish, inbred victim of ocular atrophy Inky blackness everywhere, there's no reason to see Wait is someone there? I can feel the heat Limbs wax useless, help me, can't rise to my feet Divine mental biopsy reveals you need psycho surgery A shred of truth is illuminated by miner's light Divine mental biopsy reveals you need psycho surgery From the first touch a faint pulse begins to appear

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 26, 2025

All of a sudden This big world will end Bollions of people Will wish it never began Let us pray No amount of wisdom Stature or wealth Will impress the ever-loving God Or (that is) Christ Himself Let us pray You get what you pray for Forgiveness and grace Lord Ohh - That's what I need You get what you pray for Salvation is there for you Get on your knees Do you really think That God grades on a curve When all of the answers Are found in the Word Let us pray Who shall you blame When you're standing in flames Ya can't pray to Jesus He won't know your name Let us pray You get what you pray for And that's what it's there for Ohh - That's what I need You get what you pray for And God knows what's best for you Oh - Get on your knees You say there's so many things that you need You never get them cause they would decieve (you) A man can't stumble When he's on his knees So let us pray! All of sudden God's grace will be torn Billion's of hell bound Will wish they never were born Let us pray None of your excuses Or shattering yells Will turn the head of God Who once called for your help Lets us pray You get what you pray for And that's what it's there for Oh - that's what I need You get what you pray for What more could you ask for Oh - but ya gotta believe! You say there's so many things that you need You never listen so you won't receive Seek first the kingdom He knows what you need before you pray You get what you pray for

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 26, 2025

Johnny is a chemist's son But Johnny is no more What Johnny thought was H2O Was H2SO4 Water cleans the system Acid eats the flesh Squirm yourself much deeper Into the pit of selfishness The burn of death is what you crave I'll gladly bow and be your slave To serve you all the days I live My chemical god to you I give Acid head - walk like the dead Acid head - life in the red Pacify your emptiness It becomes more, you become less All the platitudes you need Planted by the demon seed Hurting only me not you To those around, it isn't true The life you wreck is not your own He grieves upon His holy throne Acid head - walk like the dead Acid head - life in the red Acid head Acid head - walk like the dead Walk like the dead Life in the red Walk like the dead Close the book, it's time to die Don't get up, don't even try Think about your soul instead Where will you be when you're dead Johnny is a chemist's son But Johnny is no more What Johnny thought was H2O Was H2SO4 Acid head - walk like the dead Acid head - life in the red Acid head - walk like the dead Acid head - life in the red

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 26, 2025

I want to take my life today I don't belong here anyway My God if you can hear me now See if Your hand can reach this far You stopped playing father As soon as mom conceived The only time we touched Was just before I screamed The gift that keeps on giving Your father gives to me History repeats itself Now history meets me So what if I'm retarded Mentally delayed I'm sorry for annoying you But I was born this way You speak so much better Got an aerodynamic face Mega-babes and tons of friends So why show so much hate Vultures are circling again My open wounds are food for them Oh God if you will reach your hand You can deliver me from man But I'll get up I'll get up Watch me get up Men fail me... But the Son of God saves When I'm face down And I'm scared and lonely You are by my side I'm talkin' face on the ground My back is painted with footprints You're the only one That hears me cry I seek I find just one name By which a man can be saved And He comes before My tears can dry Now I'm not alone No I'm not alone And I'm free now cause I've got no pain to pass on

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025

This track is instrumental.

Is this song not instrumental?

We all have known someone Whose life has come undone But careful, lest you fall For help you will call The Word was my desire To calm the raging fire Within me burning And solace I did find My wounds He did bind The trials were sent in love To make me rise above And like the prodigal son Thy will be done Will I ever feel your love again? And is this empty heart something you'll mend? Carry the wounded Can my mind and will on You depend? Or will I fade into oblivion? Carry the wounded

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 26, 2025

This is why I am the way that I am This is why I am the way that I am This is why I am the way that I am This is why I am the way that I am You know I'm carrying with me Over twenty years of pity My whole personality Was formed by others, not me When I look back on my life One that's always filled with strife I rode down a bad course Nobody's fault but yours My step always threw me right down the stairs So forgive me when I do the same thing to you I know it must seem like you're daddy never cares But if you knew what I've been through You'd do the same thing too Well I can't make a move Without draggin' all my baggage My father always cursed So firgive me for my language Please excuse me for yelling Pardon me for telling you to stop Selling to me your God in Heaven This is why I am the way that I am This is why I am the way that I am If I can keep this up for the rest of my days I may never have to take responsability For my ways

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 26, 2025

Silly childhood game - Uncle Wiggily I cower in abject horror Approaching space number 109 Home of the gaunt and haggard shell of the Skeezix The emaciated figure Harboring the greed of a thousand Invading, thriving, ascaris whittles away The self confidence of young minds Casting doubt that they will Ever reach the finish To see for themselves The segacious Uncle Wiggily His mission now is complete The arboreal king of misery and woe Skeezix reposes high on a knotty forest crag And the child still tries his best to Stay in the game But with insufficient, no volition Plotted course of demolition Goes through all the motions Musing caveat emptor and A predetermined failure He draws a card and all his fears come true Advance to 109 That's what you have to do When Mr. Skeezix becomes Mr. Jones Or you, or me Just think of what it does to wreck A child of two or three They know and feel much more than We will give them credit for And all they want in life from you Is love and nothing more When painful eyes begin to cringe When you walk through the door Remember children are a gift of love Sent from the Lord

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025

You think it's alright to destroy God's creation They don't have a voice So who cares how we're treating them here If you read His word You should know that He blessed them I know your defense is to say: "God said dominate them" Do you think "dominate" means to kill just for sport Wear the fur from their backs Train them for circus acts Take our pets to be gassed once their "cute" age has passed Don't you see in their eyes how they trust us? But man in his sin Turns that trust into horrible pain When God says to man: "Give account of your life's work" We must be prepared to reply: "Your creation I loved" Locked behind steel cages Forced to take drugs we've made Cut them up just to show What we already know Before they die Who will hear them cry?

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025

Is the God that I worship like an eight ball that says yes maybe or no? Or like a ouija board that points the direction to go? Is the God that I worship like an eight ball that says yes maybe or no? Or like a ouija board that points the direction to go? A family looks on forlorn and sad - the outcome will determine faithful or mad Temperature soars to 107 - passing hands not yet ready for heaven He sees himself floating somewhere overhead A haunting apparition high above his bed It's me, I think, but I seem to resemble the soul of a ghoul The Hand Trembler walks out not a word did he say Is his power for real though he failed today? The family has scorned him - Hand Trembler denied. The life of their son snuffed out as they cried You left us in agony - your power is fake Though we trusted in you, this answer we'll not take Do you have the faith to let God be God - that is the question Not a question of outcome but a question of trust For he is truly God and we are but dust Is the God that I worship like an eight ball that says yes maybe or no? Or like a ouija board that points the direction to go? There are things in this life we can never explain On the wicked and the righteous fall sunshine and rain I am not God, though at times I have tried "You don't need him" - the deceiver has lied

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025