Kill Your Fucking Idols

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There is an animal With mutilated guts Caused by vivisection But now escaped and MAD And this animal It is coming back To crush all companies Which support such acts

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Feb 06, 2026

An image - is what - you try to keep You follow - the trends - society has breed You're scared - of showing - the "real" you Because - inside - you're a fool too Just jump on the bandwagon Listen to the stuff that's in Go and meet your fashion friends Then drop dead while you trendy dance You might possess everything Nice cut hair means girls to win But there's one thing you can't see Your lack of personality Are you that important? I guess that is what you want Living just to show off But beneath your mask... ??

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Feb 06, 2026

Produced poison That's in the air We breathe So it's in our blood Maggots'll bite Our guts to shreds We are sure that Death shall rise Forced pollution Punishment of mankind Forced pollution Until death do us part One by one Our bowels burst And our body Will be filled with pus No-one can help 'Coz we are rotting And that's our fault So enjoy the decay

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Feb 06, 2026

Who the hell you think you are? Considering yourself a star But you're nothing more than a pile of shit And between true friends you don't fit Sure you can play nice But please do think twice 'cause what about your attitude Which has changed into a rock star mood Smash all kind of masters Even bigheaded bastards Selling tons of records Doesn't make you a God You're just like the rest Only missing the intelligent part Smash all kind of masters Even bigheaded bastards But we are AGATHOCLES We say "bollocks" to what the media says We're not a part of your show-bizz-ball We prefer to stay honest and small

Submitted by SerpentEve — Feb 16, 2026

Oh Anton, you're such a dick head Do you really think you're the lord of darkness ? But your theories, we spit on that Squeeze Anton, the fake satanist Feed his guts to his dogs of hell Squeeze Anton, skin his dick Occultism is not a profitable thing When shall we get him ? Shall we show any mercy ? Shall we put an axe in the head ? Shall we crack him ? Anton and the white pope Are the same kind of jerks Earning lots of money By means of religious ignorance

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Feb 06, 2026

This is a story about a bitch called life Always giving, never getting, why? I feel like I'm trapped in a huge pile of shit Just take my advice and listen to this Life's a senseless trip Too bad I got a ticket Life's a senseless trip But I got a ticket

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Feb 06, 2026

Considering life is just a play Where we all are the actors Where there's no individual equality Just the abused and the abusers A division of these actors They always seem to win While the others in this theater Are doomed to commit sins Take up the role of your position Face up to your situation Is it right or is it wrong? Or just a result of euphorism? Wearing a mask - for deception Mixed emotions - detrunciation Is this just a play - or reality? How can I know - you are reliable? Two divisions Like a contradiction Facing eachother Leads to confrontation My inner tention Your invention? Enslaved by dischord And your behaviour

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Feb 06, 2026

Put on your fucking mask Co deceiving is yer fucking task Using, abusing, can't you fucking see You're just a model of sentimental hypocrisy Still you are a sentimental actor Watched by us, with laughter Using, abusing, can't you fucking see You're just a model of sentimental hypocrisy

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Feb 06, 2026

It was August '87 And the butchers were working In the bloody slaughterhouse They killed so many animals To satisfy your lusts Some vegans want revenge I think we know so Well, what do you think of this? The wife of the butcher She suddenly pushed out And this meant her death 'Coz she got impaled on a fleshhookk The hook grinded her throat And then it found its way Thru her mouth, to the brains Oh god, she bled to death Well ya vegans Are you satisfied now? Not that we are against you 'Coz we are vegeterians But some of you vegans Think they are more than us That attitude sucks Why do you ignore people Who chose to eat meat That's their choice Some of them do care about animals Doesn't that count anymore?

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Feb 06, 2026

Kill your f**king idols Just smash them to the wall Don't buy their f**king records Don't be an EMI toy!!

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Feb 06, 2026

Toxic air Birds all dead Poisoned water Fish can't breathe Grey sky We all shall die Enjoy your life now Before we all go down

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Feb 06, 2026

You're so different, let the world know you're mad The way you dress and think, truth is really sad In your non-conformity, you are so fucking conform You're so different, let the world know you're mad The way you dress and think, truth is really sad In your non-conformity, you are so fucking conform

Submitted by johnmansley — Nov 08, 2025

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Are you just like me In a bullshit mentality school Where teachers abuse their power And are making fun of you Teachers, superior bastards To Hell with you Teachers, pretentious scum We got something else to do Teachers, superior bastards A chainsaw in your stomach Teachers, pretentious scum Death is all you need

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Feb 06, 2026

We don't need no labels to prove we're not dead 'cause everything we need, it's all in our heads Labelisation of your fucking minds

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Feb 06, 2026

You are struggling with intense revolt A thoughtless mind, but not too bold I wonder where you left yer pride To play yer music f**kin' loud You were just a fashion pig On threshold to senility You turned into a different state The silly dick you used to hate You're dressed up nice & cut yer hair You even have perfumed underwear You were just a fashion pig On threshold to senility But I'll rip out yer eyes So I can **** on your brains

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Feb 06, 2026

Love is an abstract Because it's so unreal Love is something Something I just can't feel Is there something magic? When two people kiss Is there something wonderful That I should have missed? I call myself a mysanthrope I have given up all hope I call myself a misanthrope It's the only way I can cope

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Feb 06, 2026