Degenerate
Eternally following dicatation from those who are great Captivating the minds of sacrificial possibilities Paying homage with their blood and their rise of equivalence Money is made from anything marketed as happiness Conceived into a nation of profitable fools Who find bliss in obsession with the non essential The media perverts the sights of the child with its vivid images Until it succumbs to this cycle of consumerism Until it sees a vision showing nothing But the artificial image set before it in its fabricated life An age of poison into thinking they are less than who they are A complexion carried to the grave The impressionable child the forever dreams to be The unrivaled epitome of perfection The manufactured image by which others aspire Becomes a calculated implement of sale Deeper the idolatry spreads of neurosis in an age of youth and pride Sensativity to every judgement made Beauty was once in the eye of the beholder But in these modern times you are not raised to be yourself You are raised to be the same as everybody else Both in mind and appearance you are made to template Imposed on to fill its design with perfect likeness Regardless of the sacrifices made Whilst struggling to fit the mold formulated And to fulfil every order given In the quest to become the resemblancy Of the present exalted icon The critical way in which the child analyzes itself Saddens it and destroys its self esteem And as hatred for its physical form is formed By the constant examination A rift between soul and body materializes And all individualty is erased
Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025
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Rob Purnell: GuitarsMartyn Evans: GuitarsDave Purnell: BassJonny Burgan: VocalsDan Wilding: Drums Submits, comments, corrections are welcomed at webmaster@darklyrics.com TRIGGER THE BLOODSHED LYRICS
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 18, 2026
Reduced so you're now a felon to this age Feigned behind a righteous disguise Fooling none that witness believing only in yourself Betraying good for your revelation You hold yourself above a felon to your own belief Now you're only just a damming contradiction You hold yourself above a felon to your own belief in self In yourself Now self righteous and exhumed A godlike shaped a masquerade Fooling no one that witness Refusal to absolve now Refusal to absolve now Refusal to absolve You've failed to become An evil person who feigns for a goodness A hypocrite, the witted sepulcher An evil person who feigns for a goodness An entity, a witted sepulcher Now a felon to this age Feigned behind fooling non that witness Believing only in yourself, in yourself
Submitted by MetalElf — Mar 27, 2026