W4: The GREEN Album
You pulled your things off the walls, took all that was yours You packed your books into boxes and placed them at the door You emptied your half of our closet and went through the drawers Taking it all for granted and left what was left for me on the floor But still I'm pouring my heart out to you, trying to move you Still I'm pouring my heart out to you, trying to get you to stay Still I'm pouring my heart out to you, trying to move you Still I'm pouring my heart out to you, trying to get you to stay And I said, "What about this? What about that? Don't you remember the good times? What about this? What about that? Don't you remember our life?" She said, "What about this? And what about that? Don't you remember the hard times? What about this? And what about that? Don't you remember our lives?" And I said, "No, wait (No, wait)" And she said, "No, it's too late (No, it's too late)" And I said, "Wait, please stay (Wait, please stay)" But she said, "No, I'm going away (I'm going away)" And I said, "No, you cannot go" And I said, "Wait, please stay (Please stay)" She said, "No, I have to go It's too late, I'm going away And there's nothing in the world that you could say to make me stay"
Submitted by Nargaroth — Mar 27, 2026
Woe... oh... Woe... oh... Woe... oh... Woe... oh... I am in denial, and I am depressed I will try to bargain with you, then share my anger with you But I can’t complete the full cycle of mourning I struggle with acceptance I can’t forgive myself Everything I touch turns to gold, then to coal Everything I touch turns to rust, then to dust Woe... oh... Woe... oh... Woe... oh... Woe... oh... My clothes are full of holes, hanging off my tired body I command so much negativity, my charge drains the life from machinery But I feel such powerlessness, when I struggle with forgiveness Yet I don’t know my own strength, when I destroy everything Everything I touch turns to gold, then to coal Everything I touch turns to rust, then to dust Everything I touch turns to gold, then to coal Everything I touch turns to rust, then to dust! Woe... oh... Woe... oh... Woe... oh... Woe... oh...
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Nov 11, 2025
By the time you read this, I will already be dead Do not reply to this, it is only to be read By the time you read this, I will already have been killed Do not reply to this, but notify my next of kin Oh... Oh... Self administrate your estate Pick up the pieces and give them away Let them take all the things they want and dispose of yourself Photographs and notes go into the sink Under all the hot water the faucet could give Now my dreams are just running ink Going down the drain By the time you read this, I will already be gone Do not reply to this, but realize what you have done By the time you read this, it will already be true Do not reply to this, just understand what you made me do Oh... oh... Oh... oh... By the time you read this, I will have gone the way that good men go When they go bad, where they go bad By the time you read this, I will have gone to the place where good men go Where they go wrong, when they go wrong By the time you read this, I will already have been changed Do not reply to this, after I’ve experienced maximum pain No longer good to anyone, and never would be again Know that I spent my final days, endlessly tying the endless loose ends Oh... oh... Oh... oh... One last look around the place, with sun shining into empty room For the final time I close the door that will open for someone new The only change I make before I leave is in the bedroom of my dreams Where I covered the walls in deep blue paint, rather than my blood and my brains
Submitted by Nargaroth — Nov 11, 2025
I was buried in Mount Pleasant Cemetery, alone and unceremoniously Buried in Mount Pleasant Cemetery, when life was taken from me Our tree was full and green, I had to leave it The sadness was overwhelming, to be alone beneath it The sun came down hot and hard, I could never sleep To disappear was the only way I could find relief When I was buried in Mount Pleasant Cemetery, alone and unceremoniously Buried in Mount Pleasant Cemetery, when life was taken so suddenly First I paid my respects to Glenn Gould And then I visited the grave of Alexander Muir Next to Eaton’s tomb, I hung my head and cried Looking for Joseph Mulgrew, I gave up and died When I was buried... The birds sang for the flowers in bloom, spring had just begun Recently fitted for a suit, now lying in a box By summer, I was gone, my remains stolen from the ground My body never recovered and I was never found... until now Oh... Oh... I was buried in Mount Pleasant Cemetery, alone and unceremoniously Buried in Mount Pleasant Cemetery, between the monuments and trees At the heart of the city, amongst the statues and fountains New life could begin, where the old path I ran came to an end
Submitted by Nargaroth — Nov 11, 2025
Everyone lives, but not everyone truly dies While they're still alive and survive Without anything to lose, I don't care what will happen to me I climb through this dirty window of opportunity I feel a change of heart From the pain of a heartbreaking loss I hear awful sounds crying out I feel my heart breaking loose I cast away at my own will To mourn alone, across the sea It may never feel good, it may never feel right But it seemed like a good idea at the time I don't want praise for going away It draws attention to my loss But drink alone for me while I am gone We'll get together again when I come home I feel my heart breaking away From the pain of a heartbreaking loss I hear the awful howl come ripping from my mouth I feel my heart breaking loose Disconnect and disassociate yourself from everything and everyone you know Just let go Go Don't look back, and see where it takes you After a year has passed, you might feel good enough to come home Or there's the excitement that you may leave and just stay, and never come home again Either way, you'll be glad you did it Having left and gone from being able to decide for yourself after you've done your time They say that time heals all wounds Well, this is a good way to spend that time What better way to distract yourself from sadness than to further complicate your crisis To the point where it threatens your own survival? Providing you with a total mindfuck of other factors Allowing you to erase your memory, deprogram yourself, and rebuild Somewhere in the abyss Surrendering all control and familiarity Boldly going into the unknown Committing to this forced yet voluntary deportation from your own home You know you have to go, your life depends on it Answer the question, "Can you get here in ten days?" "Yes, I can" It's time to cross the ocean And dive Into exile
Submitted by Grave666 — Feb 17, 2026
On the other side of night and day I could be no farther away The moon I see is not our moon This sun is not the one we know But they are safe with you at home It’s I, who’s gone And I am pining for you, reminded of you all the time I’m always pining, for you What I thought was so unique about you must be common after all For I am constantly reminded of you everywhere I go What I thought was so extraordinary is common around the world I am constantly pining for you, everywhere I go You could go anywhere and people would invite you to stay I could meet anyone else and still feel completely alone So I try to distract myself and make new discoveries But as I explore the forests of my Seoul, I see you in the trees And I am pining for you, reminded of you all the time I’m always pining, for you What I thought was so unique about you must be common after all For I am constantly reminded of you everywhere I go What I thought was so extraordinary is common around the world Men are always pining for their loves, while their loves don’t pine for them at all And I am pining for you, reminded of you in everything I see I’m always pining, for you And I am pining for you, reminded of you in everything I see I’m always pining for you, though I know you don’t pine for me And I am pining for you, reminded of you in everything I see I’m always pining, for you And I am pining for you, reminded of you in everything I see I’m always pining for you, though I know you don’t pine for me In the land of the rising sun, I dream of the midnight run In the land of the morning calm, I lie awake until tomorrow’s dawn In the land of the rising sun, I dream of the midnight run In the land of the morning calm, I lie awake until tomorrow’s dawn I lie awake until tomorrow’s dawn I lie awake until tomorrow’s dawn I lie awake
Submitted by johnmansley — Nov 11, 2025
(Pain!) Life is just pain and piss; it’s nothing that I will miss Life is just pain and piss; it’s just... temporary Life is the madness of a drunken city night With wet leather on your back and rain dripping off your spikes (Pain!) Life is just pain and piss (Piss!) It’s nothing that I will miss (Pain!) Life is just pain and piss and everything is a scam Life is your hopes and dreams, your expectations When your health is a full-time job, and there’s no vacation Life is the comfort of a good old friend’s advice Who says it’s all your fault and your standards are too high (Pain!) Life is just pain and piss (Piss!) It’s nothing that I will miss (Pain!) Life is just pain and piss and everything is a scam (Pain!) Life is just pain and piss (Piss!) It’s nothing that I will miss I’m always doing something to hurt myself just trying to feel alive (Pain!) (Piss!) (Pain!) Life is just pain and piss It’s nothing that I will miss Life is just pain and piss and everything is a scam (Pain!) Life is just pain and piss (Piss!) It’s nothing that I will miss (Pain!) Life is just pain and piss and everything is a scam (Pain!) Life is just pain and piss (Piss!) It’s nothing that I will miss I’m always doing something to hurt myself just trying to feel alive (Pain!) (Pain!) (Pain!) (Pain!) (Oh...) life is the impact of a falling brick wall of rain (Oh...) coming down on your long walk home when your thoughts are sobering (Oh...) Life is your consciousness as you tame your wild beasts (Oh...) When exhaustion is the currency that you must pay for sleep
Submitted by Pestilence — Nov 11, 2025
Drag that fucking weight man, drag that weight and breathe Pull that fucking anchor across the rocks, push that mountain into the sea Drag that weight! Over foreign landscapes! Drag that weight! Drag that fucking weight man, drag that weight and breathe ???? the weak Drag that weight! Over foreign landscapes! Drag that weight! Like a 10 ton stone statue, standing before miles of mountains In a foreign land, where you don’t speak the language there Like a 10 ton stone statue, standing before miles of mountains In a foreign land, where you don’t speak the language I feel so heavy man... I feel so heavy man... so I drag that weight... And I drag that weight over foreign landscapes Drag that fucking weight man, drag that weight and breathe Pull that fucking anchor across the rocks, push that mountain into the sea Drag that weight! Over foreign landscapes! And I drag that weight! Slow and heavy!
Submitted by Warbringer — Nov 11, 2025
A little more today, a little less the next Halves and quarters are keeping me going A little less today, a little more the next Halves and quarters are keeping me going A little more today, a little less the next Halves and quarters are keeping me going A little less today, a little more the next Halves and quarters are keeping me going I'm wearing myself off the one thing that's keeping me alive I'm wearing myself off the one thing that's helping me to survive I'm splitting the pills that aide me with my ills I'm wearing myself off the one thing one day at a time
Submitted by BloodShrine — Nov 11, 2025
I see you in my sleep In this sequence of dreams, you are here with me I see you in my dreams In this sequence of sleep, you are here with me In this sequence of dreams, you are with me here It's unlikely to meet and share a dream, if I'm sleeping while you're awake But when I think of you for strength, in dreams you reappear And you are here with me, in this sequence of dreams you are with me here.
Submitted by Finntroll — Nov 11, 2025
It’s good that I sleep alone... so often Because I toss and turn so much, I feel bad when I disturb my partner It’s okay that I toss and turn... all night, every night Because I sleep alone so often, I feel bad when I’ve disturbed my partner It’s good that I’m alone, because I sleep so much so often And I sleep so much because I am alone, so often, all the time Oh... Oh... Oh...
Submitted by NecroGod — Nov 11, 2025
You must grieve your loss, until the grief is gone But once you’ve come this far, you can’t look back anymore But whatever you do, don’t open the wounds Whatever you do, don’t open the wounds You must undo the dream, as part of your deprogramming It’s what you force yourself to do when change has been forced upon you But whatever you do, don’t open the wounds Whatever you do, don’t open the wounds anymore It doesn’t help to hurt yourself, late at night and most alone And don’t deprive yourself of light as you try to pass the day time Yesterdays forecast was totally wrong And I accept the happiness that didn’t come But whatever you do, don’t open the wounds Whatever you do, don’t open the wounds anymore (Don’t open the wounds) don’t open the wounds (Don’t open the wounds) don’t open the wounds (Don’t open the wounds) don’t open the wounds Hold your head up high and revel in the moment you feared would never come To be standing skywide armspread on a mountain again Hold your head up high, again, and revel in the feeling you feared would never return To be standing skywide armspread on a mountain again I’m on a mountain again! I’m on a mountain again! I’m on a mountain again!
Submitted by SerpentEve — Nov 11, 2025
The vicious beating, the rapid flow of thinning blood Pumping fluid that warms the darkness of my heart The heavy breathing, the strangest desire The drive of evolution is designed not to be denied No day is complete without the enjoyment of flesh For the daily ritual is essential to the rhythm of strength and vitality Do not deny yourself the pleasures of life Resistance of nature is a painful way to go Even the savage needs love to thrive Follow your instincts and let them run wild We are beasts designed to feel Rewarded with pleasure, and punished with oh so much pain Universal, survival of the species is driven by natural technologies
Submitted by Morgoth — Nov 11, 2025
[Part One: The Mirror Reflection] (Ah...) (Ah...) (Ah...) (Ah...) (Ah...) (Ah...) I was right along, and I was wrong to believe Foolish to doubt the self-respecting truths, I learned while suffering (Ah...) Nothing happens for any reason, (ah...) there is no plan (Ah...) We are all just random beings, (ah...) not destined for anything The world is nothing, disguised as something it is not Aspire to be something, appearing as you really are Ticking, to find your strength ???? within ???? don’t hesitate ???? (Ah...) ???? (ah...) again (Ah...) ???? new ideas ???? (Ah...) ???? once became The world is nothing, disguised as something it is not Aspire to be something, appearing as you really are Cut yourself down to the stern Stand upon level ground again Tear yourself all the way down And rebuild yourself in solitude When left alone, the forests renew themselves When left alone, man improves himself, as well [Part Two: The Hammer Reinvention] You always knew, one day you would destroy me And I always knew, I would have to be the one to restore me You need, for self-reflection, is a reflection of you, and a sign of the times You use of self-expression, is a weapon in the age in which we live When you hold the hammer, you are the weapon Smash the mirror for seven years of self-sacrifice When you hold the mirror, you’re in reflection Reflect the truth and not the curse of superstition I thought you were taking pictures of me but that was just the lights burning out It’s no one’s dream to follow me when everyone wants to be followed themselves... Your self-expression is a reflection of the mind Use it to make your peace with yourself Those around you and the age in which you live Make peace with the age in which you find yourself You need, for self-reflection, is a reflection of you, and a sign of the times You use of self-expression, is a weapon in the age in which we live When you hold the hammer, you are the weapon Smash the mirror for seven years of self-sacrifice When you hold the mirror, you’re in reflection Reflect the truth and not the curse of superstition I thought you were taking pictures of me but that was just the lights burning out It’s no one’s dream to follow me when everyone wants to be followed themselves... Your self-expression is a weapon of the mind Use it to defend yourself, threaten others and enhance your life (threaten others and enhance your life) You need, for self-reflection, is a reflection of you, and a sign of the times You use of self-expression, is a weapon in the age in which we live When you hold the hammer, you are the weapon Smash the mirror for seven years of self-sacrifice When you hold the mirror, you’re in reflection Reflect the truth and not the curse of superstition I thought you were taking pictures of me but that was just the lights burning out It’s no one’s dream to follow me when everyone wants to be followed themselves...
Submitted by SerpentEve — Nov 11, 2025
Another year, another room, where you hang a few things on the walls. It's just where you call home for now, Until it's time to take them down and move on. Great company, has no where else they need to be, No place else they'd rather go, and no one waiting for them at home. Another year, another room, you still don't care to own anything. You know you won't find what you want, in a place where you don't belong. I am wanted, wherever there is a need, For those with no place to go, who need somewhere new to be. Hope is the room, you make in your heart, To find a new home for all your misguided love. Look at the room I've made. I am nearly empty again, But I want to give to you, and I like it when you take from me. I still don't care to own anything. I still don't have anything to defend. But less is more than ever before, in transition again... Another year, another room, where you hang a few things on the walls. It's just where you call home for now, Until it's time to take them down and move on.
Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 18, 2026
The woman will always leave the man The woman will always leave the man The woman will always leave the man The woman will always leave the man You may come together, in the lust of summer And she may stay with you, to see the autumn colors And love you through the winter, in your warm and cozy home But by the time that spring arrives... she’ll be gone The woman will always leave the man The woman will always leave the man The woman will always leave the man The woman will always leave the man The woman will always leave the man The woman will always leave the man Women move on, and men love forever Women move on, and men love forever Women move on, and men love forever Women move on, and men love forever Women move on Men move on Women move on Men! Move on! Men! Move on! Men! Move on! Men! Move on! Men! Move on!
Submitted by MetalElf — Nov 11, 2025