Screams and Whispers

Lie to me honestly I hear, but still, I don't see Just where the actions meet the words You just sound the alarm Racing pulse and boiling blood At fever-pitch Another finger-pointing mob With stones to throw But if it truly mattered And if you truly cared It would be altogether different Let the sirens scream But leave me alone to decide And leave me to what I might find Starving to understand You swallowed the lies Eager to spit them out To feed the masses And the guilt they hide Answer me honestly No more false transparencies Just where does motive meet concern? You just sound the alarm Spreading fear to bury trust To distract Until, lost and scared Frustration forces blame Starving to understand You swallowed the lies Eager to spit them out To feed the masses And the guilt they hide Answer me honestly No more false transparencies Just where does motive meet concern? You just sound the alarm Spreading fear to bury trust To distract Until, lost and scared Frustration forces blame Sound the alarm! Sound the alarm! Sound the alarm! Sound the alarm! Starving to understand You swallowed the lies Choking to spit them out To rid this guilt inside

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025

Creases in the depths of our existence Without which, there can be no substance These rifts and folds within our lives Each day, a new disruption arrives Our sense of will Which path to take? Discovering another choice to make Now, we exercise This given night And what is entailed Is taken in light Consequences that we dealt with then Return for us to control again From experience, all wisdom is gained To find sanity where, once, all things Seemed insane Our sense of will Which path to take? Discovering another choice to make Now, we exercise This given night And what is entailed Is taken in light Consequences that we dealt with then Return for us to control again From experience, all wisdom is gained To find sanity where, once, all things Seemed insane Our sense of will Which path to take? Discovering another choice to make Now, we exercise This given night And what is entailed Is taken in light Consequences that we dealt with then Return for us to control again From experience, all wisdom is gained To find sanity where, once, all things Seemed insane

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025

No talk of the future So far from forever Approaching tomorrow But hoping for never Cursed, we are cursed Condemned to die from our birth How many footsteps in line Have flattened this land? How many prophets have died Right here where we stand? Call, some call Is answered in warning us all These "signs" which surround us Imagining most of Some commitment urges us To bring down all around us Wish, this wish Bent on ceasing to exist How many questions have tried To uncover some truth? How many prophets have lied Inventing the proof? Call, some call IS answered to sentence us all To sentence us all... Call, some call Unanswered, awaiting our fall So many footsteps... Too many prophets... So many questions... Too many prophets... Too many prophets...

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025

For forever living in For forever dying in The shadow of a killing cross Born and held accountable Sworn to bear the burden, now For sinful nails Driven deep But I can't be responsible For having done the unthinkable And won't... No, I won't play that role For forever living in For forever dying in The ashes of a smoldering cross Born and held accountable Sworn to bear the burden, now For shameful hands Which held the flame But I can't be responsible For changing the unchangeable And won't... Don't, to ourselves, we owe release? With rusted chains We incarcerate and cage ourselves Cease We patronize and crucify And kill ourselves We seduce the past And draw it close And hold it tight And never let it go Until we hurt ourselves And hate ourselves And blame ourselves again Again... No, we can't be responsible For bearing the unbearable And won't... Don't, to ourselves, we owe release? With rusted chains We incarcerate and cage ourselves Cease We patronize and crucify And kill ourselves We seduce the past And draw it close And hold it tight And never let it go Until we hurt ourselves And hate ourselves And blame ourselves again Again...

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 26, 2025

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Where once was childlike simplicity Now only remnants of blind ideals This quality of innocence Once tarnished, is forever lost It's lost... It's lost... Never to return It's lost... It's lost... We turn our heads And show our backs Burn bridges of communication Throw away and cast aside Shed these tools of separation The complexities of maturity Entangled in prejudice I'm longing for this purity Through envy and emptiness It's lost... It's lost... And nothing remains of this childhood bliss It's lost... It's lost... We turn our heads And show our backs Burn bridges of communication Throw away and cast aside Shed these tools of separation Where once was childlike simplicity Now only remnants of blind ideals This egocentric, foolish pride Never knowing happiness It's lost... It's lost... Never to return It's lost... It's lost... We turn our heads And show our backs Burn bridges of communication Throw away and cast aside Shed these tools of separation

Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025

I sense the tension A thickness in the air The filthy air of our morality Misplaced affection In lost and lonely stares Where urge ignores morality I sense confusion Suspicion in the air Untreated wounds of some dishonesty Seeking comfort The strength of friendly ties Only truth can heal insecurity But I'm grateful to be far from harm Safe within peaceful arms Grateful knowing safety's warmth And I'm grateful not to have to face These days alone I'm grateful... Grateful... Grateful... Grateful... I'm grateful... Grateful... Grateful... Grateful... But I'm grateful to be far from harm Safe within peaceful arms Grateful knowing safety's warmth And I'm grateful not to have to face These days alone

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 26, 2025

Are we so brave? Are we so bold As to deny our hearts? Are we so numb? Are we so cold As to defy our conscience? Awkwardly, we walk alone So distant and so uncaring Deliberately we disguise ourselves To protect our frail emotions The ability to feel and be, Somewhere in me, Is longing to free... This screaming breath Breathe... Selfishly, we retain and horde Everything and yet, nothing at all A poisoned soul can never soar When bound by doubt and by fear Awkwardly, we walk alone So distant and so uncaring Deliberately we disguise ourselves To protect our frail emotions The ability to feel and be, Somewhere in me, Is longing to free... This screaming breath Breathe... Are we so brave? Are we so bold To hide from things we long to show Are we so numb? Are we so cold As to lose the self to self-control? The ability to feel and be, Somewhere in me, Is longing to free... This screaming breath Breathe...

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025

Crashing in, down around my ears Brow-beaten self for all these years Enabling this suitable wall I've been afraid of nothing at all My soul's affliction will now amend This ageless blight has come to an end This silence, deafening Kept inside, rages This silence, deafening Kept inside Negotiate with my emotions An inner wealth in such devotion This genuine warmth has filled my heart Mending, again, what was torn apart This silence, deafening Kept inside, rages This silence, deafening Kept inside This silence, deafening Kept inside, rages This silence, deafening Kept inside Rages... Rages...

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 26, 2025

Life seems to stand still in time As the soul retires, deaf, dumb and blind And all we feel If far from real As these gears which, once, had driven us Lie still and frozen Innocence has long grown old As idle hearts have long grown cold Right or wrong We go along Lame and tired The will to try Deep down inside all of us Lies dying It's easy Not to see What this should be Wind this spring and watch it grow Stand back and watch as it explodes And all unfolds As all we hold, Wound tightly, carefully, silently Unravels Idle hands have lost their hold As idle minds think what they're told Right or wrong We go along Lame and tired The will to try Deep down inside all of us Lies dying It's easy Not to see What this could be Right or wrong We go along Lame and tired The will to try Deep down inside all of us Lies dying It's easy Not to see What this could be

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 26, 2025

For all of our wandering, We've still so far to go For all of our questioning, We've still the need to know... Are we still the frightened child? Are we still the angered youth? Or are we old before our time? Are we getting any closer to the truth? We're force-fed reasoning Yet, still can make no sense The mind misses the point Blind in its arrogance Should we build a "better way"? With whatever we can find? If, in turn, it means we lose ourselves? Should we force a common mind? We're weaned on empathy To satisfy our doubt While attempts at unity Have scattered us about Should we invent a "common bond"? Through means misunderstood? Or are we simply widening the gaps? Should we force a brotherhood?

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 26, 2025

For forever living in For forever dying in The shadow of a killing cross Born and held accountable Sworn to bear the burden, now For sinful nails Driven deep But I can't be responsible For having done the unthinkable And won't... No, I won't play that role For forever living in For forever dying in The ashes of a smoldering cross Born and held accountable Sworn to bear the burden, now For shameful hands Which held the flame But I can't be responsible For changing the unchangeable And won't... Don't, to ourselves, we owe release? With rusted chains We incarcerate and cage ourselves Cease We patronize and crucify And kill ourselves We seduce the past And draw it close And hold it tight And never let it go Until we hurt ourselves And hate ourselves And blame ourselves again Again... No, we can't be responsible For bearing the unbearable And won't... Don't, to ourselves, we owe release? With rusted chains We incarcerate and cage ourselves Cease We patronize and crucify And kill ourselves We seduce the past And draw it close And hold it tight And never let it go Until we hurt ourselves And hate ourselves And blame ourselves again Again...

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025