No Secret Revealed

I don't have to tell you things are bad. Everybody knows things are bad. It's a Depression. Everybody's out of work or scared of losing their job. A dollar Buys a nickel's worth. Banks are going bust. Shop keepers keep a gun under the Counter. Punks are running wild in the street and there's nobody anywhere who Seems to know what to do with it. There's no end to it. We know the air is Unfit to breath and our food is unfit to eat. We sit watching our TVs while Some local news caster tell us that today we had 15 homicides and 63 violent Crimes, as if that's the way it's supposed to be. We know things are bad, worse Than bad. They're crazy. It's like everything everywhere is going crazy, so we Don't go out anymore. We sit in a house and slowly the world we're living in is Getting smaller and all we say is "Please at leave us alone in our living Rooms. Let me have my toaster, my TV, my steel belted radials, and I won't say Anything. Just leave us alone". But I'm not going to leave you alone. I want You to get mad. I don't want you to protest, I don't want you to riot, I don't Want you to write to your congressmen because I wouldn't know what to tell you To write. I don't know what to do about the depression, and inflation, and the Russians, and the crime in the street. All I know is that first you've got to Get mad. You've got to say "I'm a human being dammit. My life has value". I Want you to get up now. I want all of you to get out of your chairs. I want you To get up right now, and go to the window, open it, and stick your head out and Yell: "I'm as mad as hell, and I'm not going to take this anymore!"

Submitted by The Void — Feb 20, 2026

Get up off the ground And save yourself We are prisoners to regret When we replay mistakes Over and over again We are so tied to the absolute But what does it mean? How far can we tow this burden? Its the call to the warrior as we dissolve into resolve In the sand the lines been drawn But we keep marching on And through the darkness we will fight, until we find a way For they cannot preach both free will and fate My lungs have set fires Fickle men will not decide my destiny Here I stand, I will hold my ground It's on this road we have learned the face and shape of betrayal And all of it's names In the sand the lines been drawn But we keep marching on and on And through the darkness we will fight until we find a way For they cannot preach both free will and fate How the deaf are blessed My lungs have set fires Its the call to the warrior Here I stand I will hold my ground So get up off the ground

Submitted by The Void — Feb 20, 2026

In the age of reason equations will be used to conclude that we don't need our souls anymore We mourn humanity in the name of progression We cling to answers and abandon the questions We stand tall, with our heels to the neck of creation A conquest to conquer as we destroy ourselves A conquest to conquer as we destroy ourselves If we believe the sun is our design, if we believe we put the clouds up in the sky, if we believe that God's eyes are blind If we believe, this is deicide We are cold steel machinery We stand tall, with our heels to the neck of creation A conquest to conquer as we destroy ourselves A conquest to conquer as we destroy ourselves We've sacrificed purity to create A machine that breaths

Submitted by The Void — Feb 20, 2026

What shield guards the heart is not estranged to hate What armor shields the arms that aren't ashamed to take Once you let greed inside you push virtue aside Cause everything has a price and there is nothing they can't buy Still you raise your cup and drink to the blood on the market And if a beast shows his teeth, he will feast on the weak Clever men hack at the trunk with brides and ploys To sever men at the stem, to destroy them Still you raise your cup and drink to the blood on the market And if a beast shows his teeth, he will feast on the weak Your charade is a patriot's campaign You distract men with crusades You persuade us with parades Only war is your gain You were supposed to lead us Why did you lead us astray? Was this in your design, to lead us to the mass grave?

Submitted by The Void — Feb 20, 2026

Hunger, unsatisfied Thirst, unquenchable I pour like an empty glass As you overpower me It says it's hungry 'Cause a monster fed is a monster that's happy It says it's hungry 'Cause a monster fed is a monster that's happy How could I have known I would reach the bottom? A fall that I would fall for years How could I have known, you'd leave me stranded? You would abandon me It says it's hungry 'Cause a monster fed is a monster that's happy It says it's hungry 'Cause a monster fed is a monster that's happy Oh, we will feed Until... We will feed until we are full and overflowing

Submitted by The Void — Feb 20, 2026

We are the blow that buckles your knees Your eyes aren't open You'll never be set free And every line we fear to cross will begin to blur And if you live by the pen, you will die by the sword Your voice is unwelcome here You will be silenced by the horde Ties that bind us, keeping us secure Lies to hide us, deep inside your haven, your hive We are the words that are lodged in the back of your throat, waiting to break through your teeth Stand convinced with no conviction that we are cursed beyond a cure Your voice is unwelcome here You will be silenced by the horde Ties that bind us, keeping us secure Lies to hide us, deep inside your haven, your hive So drink, drink deep, and die in the hive It's so hard to find the truth in silence Untie your tongue and clear the air that pollutes your ears Ties that bind us, keeping us secure Lies to hide us, deep inside your haven, your hive This place you've chosen to hide, your haven, your hive This place we've come to destroy, the haven, the hive

Submitted by The Void — Feb 20, 2026

This masquerade is a massacre Another stained-glass serenade These halos hang over our heads like vultures circle their prey Your hands are washed white but your eyes are the darkest I've seen Your hands are washed white Foul deeds will rise like ghosts of gods through the steeples Foul deeds will rise like smoke and soot from the stacks Foul deeds will rise Heracy fills our lungs as we breath it Foul deeds will rise like the incense that burns You're running this race, but you've been running the wrong way Dark shepherds have led their sheep astray They demonize, rationalize, for what? For who? Foul deeds will rise like ghosts of gods through the steeples Foul deeds will rise like smoke and soot from the stacks Foul deeds will rise Heracy fills our lungs as we breath it Foul deeds will rise like the incense that burns Call the choir to light the pyre Call the choir to light the fires Your hands are washed white but your eyes are the darkest I've seen Your hands are washed white but this place smells of deceit This burning fire will never be enough to quench your blood-lust

Submitted by The Void — Feb 20, 2026

In a time of crisis we have clung to any hope We rally against another to have a common foe It's not the truth that matters, only victory Their agenda to destroy our humanity They say he's straight from heaven, I say he's straight from hell A monument of the cursed cruelty, a man stands among us Our days of happiness are few before they give way to a holocaust It's not the truth that matters, only victory Their agenda to destroy our humanity Hear my cry Hear my cry before there's genocide This is a holocaust Is it envy that powers the trains, or is it power that trains us to envy? How could so much hate be bred among us? We must never let this happen again Now we live in infamy for feeding the monster

Submitted by The Void — Feb 20, 2026

The Earth won't rest beneath your thumb. No! The ends don't justify the means We caught you sowing seeds of destruction Nursing your dream Silence is not salvation, and we won't stand idly by It's time we stand to fight By the passion of our hearts our fists will be raised Stare into the eyes of the giant Arrogance has no memory You will hang your head in defeat as you hang from above the streets By the passion of our hearts our fists will be raised Stare into the eyes of the giant By the passion of our hearts our fists will be raised And their kingdom of cards will fall Like Hell! Tyranny isn't easily conquered By the passion of our hearts our fists will be raised Stare into the eyes of the giant By the passion of our hearts our fists will be raised And their kingdom of cards will fall By the passion of our hearts our fists will be raised Stare into the eyes of the giant!

Submitted by The Void — Feb 20, 2026

Headlines light like flares and they fly like moths to the flame A generation's will, traded in for chains Terror is a messenger, a catalyst for change Terror is a messenger, they will take the bait It's the formula for utopia To calculate and control The sirens will sing in time with the mortars And we will usher in the new world order The pages of these books will burn And these hands will wash each other We chose the truth that will make our history When men speak in slogans We will speak in bullets 'Cause truth is treason in an empire of lies They will bow at our feet We will become their gods It's the formula for utopia To calculate and control The sirens will sing in time with the mortars And we will usher in the new world order Must we constantly forget our history repeats itself? Open up your eyes and see By the stroke of a pen our world will end "For we are opposed around the world by a monolithic and ruthless conspiracy That relies primarily on covert means for expanding its sphere of influence. It Is a system which has conscripted vast human and material resources into the Building of a tightly knit, highly efficient machine that combines military Diplomatic, intelligence, economic, scientific and political operations. Its Preparations are concealed, not published. Its mistakes are buried, not Headlined. Its dissenters are silenced, not praised. No expenditure is Questioned, no rumor is printed, no secret is revealed."

Submitted by The Void — Feb 20, 2026