Clown of Thorns
This track is instrumental.
Life’s a bitch or so they say I was born bizarre and I’m still today Everybody noticed that I was sick I fancy extremity, it gives me a kick Born odd A frightening case My dick gets hard when I mush your face Nothing has ever made me upset I revel in gore, I’ve slaughtered my pet Drinking blood from a stinking skull I grunt and growl like a raging bull Born weird I cut girls at school My son’s named Manson and I’m a fool Born with a deformity, ignored eternally I am grotesque or so they tell me Touch me personally let me creep in The pain is fizzing, when did I sin? Times have changed but I’m the same I am grotesque, too sick to tame A serial killer with a lot of luck I run over children with my 454 truck Born sick Nothing’s left to rot The limbs taken home and I make a pot
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 24, 2025
My own world looks really different It has nothing in common to yours I see everything from a different perspective To me there are no mountains or shores Why are we locked in some stranger’s opinion? Everyone can have a personal view I see the world as a giant dominion The king is equal to you There are no barriers for what people can do Just push yourself to think All those boundaries they just confuse Why care about what other people drink? There are no limits of creativity No ignorant stupid laws Judge for yourself, not for others Forever be your own boss
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 24, 2025
That’s repulsive! He said as he read On the LP cover of the Festering Dead Give it a sticker so everyone can see That this is music for outcasts of society What have you got there, tell me what it is It’s “Rambo 13” for my own little kid He needs to get cheered up, away from reality I’ve got him a video full of abnormality They call it prejudice, I don’t understand What’s better than a brave strong man? Ban those bands who praise the satanic Give me their LP and I will burn it! Thank God we still have the PMRC Protect us from reality Nothing’s shocking on my screen The longhaired youth is so obscene Stand up and shelter our descendants Just forget the First Amendment Their lyrics can inspire to murder Let’s hope Tipper takes it even further Make ‘em lawless! Filthy rock boys Making money, making noise A bad influence on my son All the melodies are totally gone When we finally are rid of scum Than we can hear some decent sounds Old idols get back into charts No one will realize that they’re old farts
Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 24, 2025
While taking a nap I heard a moron yell There’s water everywhere, fuckin’ hell! At once I thought now we need no well But now we’ve got a lot of water to sell I soon got a problem, I needed to pee But hey, beside my bed there is a sea! I swum out of my window and out of my tree Picking apples swimming sounds weird to me But the deluge brought some bad things too In my garden there’s an underwater zoo I fear the day that I’ll see a shark too I got to think of something smart to do Everything’s floating There’s no one here People who can’t swim They drown, oh dear! Everything I own is buried underwater Excuse me, have someone seen my daughter I heard she was a victim in that slaughter Or was it a rich slaver who bought her? It really gets boring eating this fruit What’s that floating? It’s my suit! I hear something playing on his flute Some wicked tones, it makes me brute They kinda command me to go down below So I begin to sink, really slow Why do I do this? You want to know? I do it for the fishes, a drowning show
Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 24, 2025
A safe murder of emotions in the silence Lost control of the sense of calmness Teased because of a visual difference They will regret their casual appearance Acting just normal doing nothing wrong But being hustled for something I haven’t done Noble appearance by the scum of man Accused for being and envoy from below Hit between wind and water Is it my fault I did nothing bad Unfair rumours without any grounds They want to redeem my I just ask why You look different now you die Acting just normal... Leaning to madness supernatural rage They told me that it was a rash reaction Hatred was burning but why should I regret? They acted bad, why shouldn’t they pay? Acting just normal... Acting just normal... Hit between wind and water (...yes, this song is entitled “Irrevocable Act” on the “Void of Compassion” demo. Now it’s not!)
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 24, 2025
The funeral was over but not the ice cold shock It is hard to understand that the little boy took his first step a few weeks ago He was always so glad but now only memories are left ‘cause he’s dead... She stood now by the window and gazed into the night She wondered where he was, was he somewhere up there among the clouds and stars? Only memories are left ‘cause he’s dead... Famine in our time Too many mouths to satisfy
Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 24, 2025
You say you are the right one for me Let me decide who it shall be Don’t try to push me against the wall A lack of unity, a void in us all Now decide, just take a stand Break the chain to your other man Just treat me with a little pride But then again it’s you who decide Watch me flying up in the air Watch me stoned on that chair See me trying not to fall apart You know that it’s your own fault Now decide, just take a stand Break the chain to your other man Just treat me with a little pride But then again it’s you who decide
Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 24, 2025
A landscape of depression, beautiful but tragic Suddenly so alright, it almost seems like magic Powerful strike of sorrow, thundering my soul Loneliness my horror, but I’m approaching it slow Avoided by society, I have failed in popularity Living all alone a personal tragedy There must be something wrong, a conspiracy Everyone must think that I have leprosy Someone at the door, maybe a friend? No just kids driving me around the bend Anxiously awaiting for a telephone call The door again, a child must be mauled Raging in solitude, they can’t see My hatred combined with lunacy Love came storming from the sky I saw an angel in a winterpile As I said, a rescue from above Just as white as the whitest dove So beautiful, giving me spontaneity I laugh, a gif of insanity So real, but I fear myself I dream of big white gates Raging in solitude, they can’t see My hatred combined with lunacy Love came storming from the sky I saw an angel in a winterpile I have never considered myself As a Christian just on a shelf I remember when I understood That all religions are no good Once I could differ war from peace I put the butter under the cheese But now I can’t get sane again I guess there’s an error in my brain Raging in solitude, they can’t see My hatred combined with lunacy Love came storming from the sky I saw an angel in a winterpile
Submitted by Immortal — Apr 24, 2025
It was so exciting that unexpected dream A vision of my future it seemed so real It didn’t make me happy, it arised my fear Now I prepared my las month I’m living here I saw myself dying In a modern disaster Looking around me Pollution spread faster Everyone died, no one has a chance Abominable warheads were within a trance Some people dismembered some paralyzed No one can believe it when the terror strikes I woke up sweaty and gazed out in my room And soon got aware of what’s mankind’s doom I can’t ignore the future I can’t choose I have to live with those beautiful views But my fear disappeared, I almost got calm A person made me feel so warm Not in my block and not in this world Someone like it, my prayers haven been heard I’m not afraid, I’ve got nothing to fear My savior is living right here It breathes inside me and it’s staying inside Calming my senses, a lunatic ride I was the victim Destined to lose Frightening visions Beautiful views But now it’s a problem I can’t solve Now I’m Tristan, then Isolde I’m writing this story while I am myself Soon I’ll become insanity itself
Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 24, 2025
Hey Peepin-Tom, where are you coming from? Attracted to children, sexually beyond Yo, MC Boy, is your instrument a toy? So styled with your attitude, your raps just annoy Dawn of integrity Dawn of real talent Lack of intelligence A field day for losers Hello Diggin-Ray on your way to the grave Julie from 1835 is your graveyard fave Good Day Johnny Trend with your so called friend Your fake personality drives me around the bend Dawn of integrity Dawn of real talent Lack of intelligence A field day for losers
Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 24, 2025
Everything’s a mess, far away from reality My head is down, I talk to the lavatory I gave him my innards and boy was he glad He swallowed them gently and invited me again With my eyes open wide I stared down the hole Small green men, speaking through my soul They look so kind and their voices are soft But they’re working with hammers, I’ve had enough They’re all over the place Silently speaking The hammers are pounding I’m shaking and shrieking Aaargh! What a noise! I can’t even think They’ve brought some friends and they are pink! There is nothing left, just one way out Suddenly I saw something that will make it all right
Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 24, 2025
Who deserves the peace price? Not Enuff Z’Nuff When you need an image just pick the nearest bluff Cash in your money You look OK The price for innovation? Not to decide Just mention ol’ Nick when you need an image ride Everything infernal give you big bucks Swindle Fake Bluff Wealth And what about the honesty? Deep Purple have fun! Facelifts cost money, those wrinkles must be done Thank God for nostalgy It keeps them alive Where’s originality? Copy those who succeed Play Death or Funk to satisfy your greed The wagon’s leaving Trendies, get on! Swindle Fake Bluff Wealth
Submitted by Immortal — Apr 24, 2025
This track is instrumental.
Don’t approach the green house It’s run by a weird sect And you don’t trust the skeleton He control the effect A misanthropic skeleton Knows just what to do When he thinks the time is right He’ll roast us, me and you The melting ice The wicked winds Isn’t it fair? No one will win First remove the ozone Then bring on the heat I can see the midget laugh He longs for our defeat A shelter in the desert So impossible to find The AC and a killer fan Will be invaluable to man A global Sahara We know we would complain A dry constant summer When the gods go insane Our pal, old Skullie Turns us into steaks No more aftershave Just roasting reeks People into coals A big human grill It might be about time To pay that old bill
Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 24, 2025
This is what I see when I open my eyes I see Sweden I see a rabbit on the lawn I see two ducks I see green grass and a blue sky I see beauty I see malice I see my own cowardice I see my own paralyzation of action I see my dreams I see my fingertips I see my face in the mirror I see a beautiful face I see nothing I have a hundred rooms in my apartment I have a zoo in my chest I have a hundred humble-bees in my chest I am the boy with the golden pants I count the straws on the lawn I build cities I have no idea Ignorance is cruelty Ignorance is malice Everyone has the devil inside Life would be boring without the devil in my brain I see beauty I see malice
Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 24, 2025