Dread Metal

New life and nowhere to go.
It’s like a ticking time bomb ready to blow.
Pick up the pieces and set your watch.
Add a brand new fresh little notch.

This is dread metal.
Grind up your petal.
Feel out, don’t settle.

Cyanide smile in a saren haze.
Stare into the eyes of beelzebubs gaze.
Shot to the arm without a care.
From this day forth I solemnly swear.

This is dread metal.
Grind up your petal.
Feel out, don’t settle.

Prized prat.
Silly child.
Insolent fool.
You crave a psycho ride.
So strike the match.
Light the torch.
Stand out on a precipice porch.
With little tought or regard.
Too busy focused on pulling your right card.
When victory is in your grasp.
You are too busy wanting to shout out your rasp.
It’s why you never gain ground.
Wake up and see you are devoid of sound.

This dread metal.
We are the kings.
Grind up your petal.
Spin your rings.
Feel out, don’t settle.
Or you’ll have no things!

Not A Hunter

Hunting for a purpose, rather than glory from a kill.
If that is your intent our universe will offer you no ill.

Lie in wait, watching your prey.
Bow in hand, wind direction a-okay.
Notch an arrow, raise the bow.
Ensures that you am steady so…
When you release the arrow will fly true.
Bring a swift end in a second or two.

But if you kill without cause other than a prize,
Then you can expect our universe to mark you for an early demise.

Lie in wait, watching your prey.
Gun in hand, all you want to do is slay.
Flick the safety, raise your gun.
Sighted and ready for violent fun.
With a finger on the trigger ready to go.
You crave unleashing a metal projectile flow.

You are no hunter, you are a malicious psycho.
Regardless of how you are viewed you think this is your right though.

Barabaric. Relentless. Vicious. Senseless.
These are words more fitting to say.
For you are a monster exclaiming hip hip hooray.

What a disease.
That is you.
Put down your weapons.
Learn some lessons.

Fiery End

Time of ashes is fast approaching.
Soon this world will be roasting.
Where will you be when it all comes to a head?
There is no escape from us all becoming dead.

Hail the stars and hope for glory.
Last page in a faltering story.
What could have been never came to pass.
Spent far too long polishing your brass.

Holes patched for so long.
Now its all come undone.
Out of options.
Minutes remain.
Only thing left is to watch the flame.

Anti-Venom

Magnificent in your defiling.
That’s why you’re always smiling.
Spinning blades between your fingers.
Prepared to unleash them like zingers.
Bury them right to the hilt.
Ensure that plenty of blood is spilt.
Depraved antics are your calling card.
Isolated just like a shard.

You are sickness;
Filled with violent momentum.
I’m not your anti-venom!

Splendor taken in pain you cause.
Never do you take a moment to pause.
Staring eyes that peer straight through.
Glazed over with no care about who…
Your next victim will ultimately be.
I know there is nothing else you can see.
For fixation is your addiction.
Everything else is pure fiction.

You are sickness;
Filled with violent momentum.
I’m not your anti-venom!

Putrid in the purest sense.
You live in separated tense.
Roiling hate drenched in a sneer.
Addicted to inflicting fear.
Razor teeth and talon nails.
Your path marked by ruined entrails.
Ghostly form flawless like carved stone.
Beneath your boots you create dust from pulverizing bone.

Internal Bleeding

Perforated upon a splintered shard.
Feel life slip from your guard.
Internal bleeding, seeping in.
Eyes slowly over glazing.

Wretched and writhing in the dirt.
Look for ways to make you hurt.
Self inflicted as is your will.
Lucifer could always hand you the bill.
For future is not a guarantee.
And soon it’ll be taken away permanently.

Perforated upon a splintered shard.
Feel life slip from your guard.
Internal bleeding, seeping in.
Eyes slowly over glazing.

Wrath enforced by fallen angel.
Only dispicable sit at this table.
Weaving lies like they are strands.
Proving they have forever plans.
Means to sever you from the herd.
Discard you like you are a turd.

Perforated upon a splintered shard.
Feel life slip from your guard.
Internal bleeding, seeping in.
Eyes slowly over glazing.

Wounded by the flash of a lightning blade.
This is where your debt must be paid.
Penance for every single sin.
From this there is no escaping.
So accept your fate or rise to fight.
Tonight is decision of whether you are light or blight.

Down Down Fall

Down in the dread of a rotten soul.
Begged for forgiveness from the desperate troll.
But he is not who can forgive your crimes.
Reality is the troll is but a banished find.
Mulling over days when he still had prosperity.
Long before he sold his honour to grow mighty.
So pick your friends and do it well.
One false choice could bring a disaster spell.
See you confined to the darkest depths.
Remove your future from hope aligned texts.
And what could be worse than to be damned?
Nothing, unless you are from a world of suffering.

Crawl through waters of toxic trash.
Turn right here and you’ll stop in a crash.
With demons singing right over your head.
You’ll hear lines about them being fed.
Poison fang meeting crooked claw.
Suffocation upon the gaping maw.
A realm of death born from disease.
Not a destination where you can please.
Unless being consumed is your wish.
Then you’ll be on a hook like a fish.
Bell of this, the sickest ball.
Every monster pleased as they await your downfall.

Across Your Mouth

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Slapped that sticker across their mouth.
Censored!
You’re not getting out.

Open that mouth one too many times.
The system is sick of your anti establishment grind.
Incitement makes them quake in their shoes.
Ones they were as they walk all over you.
Keeping you face down in the mud.
Sniggering if they see any show of blood.
Like sharks in the ocean they circle.
Ready to feed on your creativity.
Cause to them you are but a commodity.
A way for them to boost their money.
Line their pockets and pad their accounts.
It’s why they don’t care when you bounce.
Are left a voice without a volume.
Quickly branded an extremist loon.
Out of touch with how things are meant to be.
Their words to a board of wannabe.
People who never had a soul to sell.
It’s why those like you are hot as hell.
Luxury good they wish to sell.
Willing to put a pricetag on you some put a cow with a bell.

Slapped that sticker across their mouth.
Censored!
You’re not getting out.

Function No Form

What is function if it has no form.
Clearly this function has been lost in the storm.
Squandered under the weight of invention.
Sick and tired of this clearly crippled system.

So tell me what is the goal?
Point me toward our end point.
All i see is the same old.
I’m bored, frustrated and hoping for an end to the madness.
A line in the sand.
Conclusion to this artificial semblance.
When can we regain our discarded hand?

What is function if it has no form.
Clearly this function has been lost in the storm.
Squandered under the weight of invention.
Sick and tired of this clearly crippled system.

Plaster the cracks like we always do.
Again I’ll shake my head at me and you.
But i hate this boat on which we do ride.
Can you say the same or are you loving this idiot prize?
A token of cheap shoddy despair.
If only reprogramming was a choice.
Maybe then we wouldn’t be a floundering mass voice.

What is function if it has no form.
Clearly this function has been lost in the storm.
Squandered under the weight of invention.
Sick and tired of this clearly crippled system.

Weaver of future is but a brand.
Carries no weight out on the sand.
Will not sway when judgement is due.
No it won’t matter if you attempt to sue.
Other than prolong the inevitable.
Upon these threads we continue to pull.
Its why my contributions are slight.
For in all honesty I’d rather melt into the night.

What is function if it has no form.
Clearly this function has been lost in the storm.
Squandered under the weight of invention.
Sick and tired of what is clearly crippled.

Bitter Taste

I’m not angry or even disappointed.
Rather I’m just bored of the same old story.
Repeating over and over again.
Like a tune thats wormed deep within.
With purpose unknown and intent so lost.
Be better to be covered in a heavy frost.
Cause lets face it no one tries to change.
If they did we wouldn’t be so selfishly deranged.

Locked on a point thats got no value.
Surrounded by voices begging to tell you.
Whats the latest hot item to be sold.
Frankly I’d prefer to be stood out in the cold.
For all the chatter is just endless noise.
So much so I can safely say there is no poise.
Just a rotating plate filled with cheap crap.
Long past time someone yelled: its a wrap.

Instead raise up your glass to give some boring toast.
While your “friends” search out a weakness to boast.
Nail you to a coffin, sink you to the depths.
Truthfully we’re turning our time into a schlep.
And is that really what our days should become?
No because that is inherantly dumb.
So pull out the daze you say is fundamental.
Otherwise it may all become detrimental.

Yet this is all talk like everyone else.
Be forgotten to “save” our mental health.
If that were true we wouldn’t be so down.
Drinking our sorrows at the ass end of town.
Dwelling on days where the weight didn’t crush.
Bring us a craving of when we were flush.
Living free and singing so merry.
Not chewing on fat like its a bitter berry.

The Low End Of High

I’m from the low end of high.
Thats why hypocrites wave goodbye.
Damning looks and smirking faces.
If only they knew we’ll be trading places.
For my plans are growing large.
When I enact them I’ll be the one in charge.
Force them to stand and watch.
It’ll feel like a heavy kick to the crotch.

Snarky, sadistic, sycophantic fools.
So desperate to cling to their resource pools.
If only they knew what I do.
Maybe then they’d be bowing to…
Stop the end that is so close at hand.
Even then I’d offer them only a brand.
But tomorrow is when all will change.
Dawn of a new age, one dubbed rearrange!

Like a knife I cut and carve.
Flip the system so now the one percent will starve.
Redistribute and nullify.
Already they are begging and asking why?
Simple answer they are too blind to see.
It was always an inevitability.
Exploitation had a tipping point .
And i was never a solitary example.

Seven years and still going strong.
No i don’t lead a single thing.
Never my intention, want or need.
Simply happy to be able to breathe.
No longer paying debt on my every action.
Society not carved into so many factions.
Wasn’t sure it would work so well.
The fact it has fills me with a peaceful permanent swell.

From the low end of high,
At a time where things were nearing nigh.
No one will be linked going forward in that way.
Many thought that was something no one would ever say.
History will be our jury and judge.
Only future generations can deliver verdict on our intervention.
Whether it fixed a previously broken and exploitative system.