Neurotic Mass

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Look around you, you've lost everything What was important greed led you to this wretched life - fucking life! Persons like you awaken only compassion The difficulty lies in the fact that you're not worth even minute of attention Greed - the sin of greed, greed human seen of greed, The sin of greed, is not the sin, when evolution is based On the endless run, for higher form of being The greed of goods, always means trouble In this morbid world "Humans have no prode only price"

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 24, 2025

Through your eyes I can see my fear in torment of haunted mind, Created to unleash chaos I destroyed my memories in struggle for tomorrow, Through the ascension to equilibrium Through hedonism to the gates of hell Adrenaline is our oracle in the amok breakthrough made Our private revolt real life is dominated By schizophrenic visions and all crumbles into ruin I (can) see blaze of infernal fire, hell! - The nightmare of enslaved Hell! - The paradise of condemned You are searching for the essence of life, hidden in labirynth of patterns Spit tail through mouth of snake exchange it for lions heart Rise of power - prize for the mad minds, stimulus for the generation Forever lust of consuming nation You and me connected by destiny, it's our scream We're going through the mirror's passage, Because we have to know the truth Altar of vanity on the road to hell

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 24, 2025

You ecpect sincerity But you're afraid of truth In every word and every thought You express your wrath To mouth a summit Which eternally sinks in clouds And nothing gives hope And nothing builds will to life How much could you offer for prolonged nirvana? Whichever time do you fight for the unknown? Freedom, love, happiness Collection of values you haven't learned In infertile existence you master only A bitter taste of substratums of your life of illusion Every day is only fear It's internal pain which you created yourself Yoy hold out your hand but there's no help Your painful scream unattened Gives despair to millions of glances Time is imprisoned in everyone In everyone provate dimention is hidden Although the clock has burst, counting is still on How long will this moment last? To reach the stars, to find time To gaind the long dreamt summit... And you will rise when the bell will rings To suffer in a struggle for a dream...

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 24, 2025

All you waited for is journey Journey to private heaven The dream about happiness Appears as unexpected lies Silent killer moves through vein Torment without end Hell means nothing When dependence prevails For blinded losers Life as undead There is no place For divine intervention Standing in pain Surrounded by walls of ignorance I was trying to set my teeth But I lost control I failed to achieve Purposes from my plan So I closed my eyes Falling into chasm Unexpected lie Promise of better life Smooth-bore friend And all problems passed away!

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 24, 2025

Fear is our strength It determines our will to fight The phantom of destiny and the curse of death The strongest ties in a dying instinct The heart explodes with powerful energy The march of thousands of drums In a condemned parade The mind doesn't control a body any longer Hormones in service of muscle hydraulics The sloth in which you have existed for tens of years Is only a strange remembrance In veins radioactive blood is revolting The spinal cord as a huge cyklotrone Adrenaline propels an arganized chaos Pain is a fuel for insane fury The orgy of impulses in deceptive logic The only proze os to capture the summit Bellows are contracting a life-giving debt Perception created millions of enemy eyes The world created faster than a neuron's flash Perishes in the war of carbon and oxygen compound Strenuous look has stopped in the distance Time has thickened creating a critical mass Tauten statue of organic structures The last deal in energy balance Fear is our strength It propels this murderous world fear is our pain It propels this fucking world

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 24, 2025

That cold that feeds my blood, Beholding the dead fortress of conscience, Hold my hand while I stop breathing the flames, My suffered corpse will hit the Ground while you pray for my life. I can live anywhere, Once it be outside my flesh, Yes! I belonged to the nightmareof existence, Finally I've reached the rotting world of god, I can't accept a god bigger than death, Feel the sun getting colder, Awake the demons You fed on your cries and laments. Revelate them in a stream of endless contempt. Memories will adorn your coffins, An orgy of mass destruction And unordered thoughts, Mindless and violent ritual, The seed of perseverance that dies in reverence. Chaotic antithesis described in a book as salvation, Denying the image of a god That no longer deserves being adored, Sculptured in world that forgot to be buried.

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 24, 2025

Hanged between illusion and reality I'm searching the dimension of freedom Only my breath reminds me that I'm alive In convulse of enslaved bird In simultaneous dance I've lost my own part of life But I'm not dead But I'm not dead yet!!! Day by day I'm still searching the truth The truth - my only salvation My day - I'm a part of morbid race For... nothing? Night - in embrace of dreams Still balancing on the edge of... Vegetation, life, existence... In daily struggle I'm still learning I'm discovering this hidden way To the truth?... or to nowhere? In vision without colors I can see only more shades of greyness Searching Waiting Breathing

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 24, 2025

Foredoomed to choose the most disgusting form of all, Sacred ablution into the temple of all blinded, Into broken retorts, ehere lost life huddels low, Deprived of courage and mortal burden, Brought on the female shoulders out of obscurity Out of obscurity Carnivorous creators of horror are ready for slaughter, Fallen into the depth of all gaping, Sliding down into the depth of shaggy combs Of matriarcal inner matter, Through the fragments of blood garners cut with spines, Longing to the taste of ascetic flesh, This is the legacy of titans stream through the veins, Panorama of passion battles, Pathos of heroic spirit tired with struggle, Anathemic lust besieged with metaphors... Silent liturgy of empty moralized conscience Out of dead macrocosm Blasphemously, fading away... ramped and torn apart flesh, Night riders of poured moisture, Delusioned in boundless breath of the dead macrocosm. Following the leprous ways of the purulent messiah... Bridled black divinity of erected intellect

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 24, 2025