In Darkne$$
What's the difference in too much And not saying enough When it all feels like suffocating? It takes the air right from my lungs But I could never bite my tongue You watch me die But if these walls could talk Would it reveal a better ending Or would I hate myself just the same? Or would it be worse (Or would it be worse) Than knowing nothing at all? It all feels like I'm wasting time It all feels like suffocating Just like suffocating But if these walls could talk Would it reveal a better ending Or would I hate myself just the same? Or would it be worse (Or would it be worse) Than knowing nothing at all? With a lot of anger And a pocket full of shells You could leave a lot of weight For them to burden What were your intentions? I couldn't tell you mine Are you the lowest of the low? (Lowest of the low) A filthy parasite (Filthy parasite) Bleed me out to death (Bleed me out to death) Just so you can stay alive But I'm running out of breath And I fucking suffocate And I fucking suffocate I suffocate I fucking suffocate I suffocate And it's still not enough It feels like I'm wasting time It feels like suffocating You watch me die You watch me suffocate But if these walls could talk Would it reveal a better ending Or would I hate myself just the same? Or would it be worse (Or would it be worse) Than knowing nothing at all? I suffocate And it's still not enough I suffocate And it's still not enough
Submitted by Pestilence — Feb 22, 2026
You know life's a funny thing But it's really just a bitch So I salt another wound Just to satisfy the itch And these cuts become scars With a line for every line Buried in the past No way to tell if it hurts Bleed out of my misery Invoke my wrath on my own self To make you hurt And there's something in the way If I ever find the message Is it for you or for me? What can you promise me That doesn't leave, love or lie? I couldn't imagine That one is just too many When a dozen's just a few I watch you waste away Bleed out of my misery Invoke my wrath on my own self To make you hurt And there's something in the way If I ever find the message Is it for you or for me? If I take my own hand And I turn it against myself Does that mean I have free will Or am I just a fucking pawn? I don't think I have a fucking chance That's how it is on this bitch of an earth What are you waiting for? It's your move Motherfucker
Submitted by Pestilence — Feb 22, 2026
From the tone of your voice to the chills on my skin I can feel the heat on my face raising the hairs on my neck I feel so low I'm surrounded by so much noise Blow me away, make it stop But you bring me closer to God Closer to God Rah!
Submitted by Pestilence — Feb 22, 2026
I know that I abuse you, but you chase my fear I would crawl if I had to Whatever it takes, I suppose Is it real or is it superficial if it's from the love machine? I won't waste any more of your time with words I don't know if I feel Self-aware, self-absorbed I'm shedding my skin for better or for worse No, I don't want to be like them With a cross on my back Manufacture my appreciation or should I buy it from a bag? I look away Oh, I just can't keep my eyes from falling out of my head Pink fuzzy love Is it you or is it me? Twenty-first century man Self-aware, self-absorbed I'm stuck in my skin Oh, what a simple curse
Submitted by Pestilence — Feb 22, 2026