Beaten Back to Life
Get wrecked, you little runts Scared to death of confrontation It’s a season for loathing I hate you for a reason Your taste in all things suck Die And you’re lacking bollocks Get fucked I may have been raised by wolves But you were raised by alcoholics We want you dead Our orders from the jungle We are too awesome to be humble Stripped of our sanity Have yourselves some aggression You reek of insecurity Fuck off to the creche, you infants We’ll bеat you back to life You want me to observе you? This was once satisfied by God Who is your God now Dead inside With a mind that’s scared what others think of them Try and deny You better run, you better hide When you say “cringe” It's a target right between the eyes Give you the gift of death Then beat you back to life You fucking children Millennial self-regard Picked up by your heels And shoved headfirst in blenders You want me to observe you? This was once satisfied by God Who is your God now If you weren’t there in 1992 Your taste in music’s shit Fuck you If you never tape-traded Or raided corner stores for vinyl You’re lacking something spinal Fuck you If you do not listen to death metal 24 by 7 Send you straight to heaven Fuck you If you think this is elitist Your attitude’s defeatist It's useless to resist Fuck you I loathe your youth Your ignorance of beauty and truth Judgement defeats you Can’t right your wrongs You don’t deserve these riffs You can’t handle these songs Ten seconds since the last blastbeat Feel our rage Who is Dunning? who is Kruger? Spend our lives in deafened stupor Barely smart enough to piss Ignorance is bliss Never cease and desist Release more of this shit Drive you to suicide Then beat you back to life
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Jun 27, 2026