Crash Course

Ripping through the darkness Rays from spotlights drawing lines Sending out a message From which nobody can hide Searching for a weakness Or ignorance of any kind Capital neon letters Casting shadows in my mind Prompting for attention Making me feel sick Insulting my intelligence With every cheapish trick What they're really after Is as clear as the signs The message isn't subtle Between those neon lines Lies 'r' us We make up everything we're selling In fear we trust With it comes need and hypochondria We rip the crust Tear it off, and let new blood flow like Tears from lush And we squeeze, and we're laughing at you Standing at the crossroads The grave torment of choice My silhouette defining Against the background noise Contemplating weapon Sarcasm, irony or dis Leaning towards candor And sober analysis Hello Hello Moto I'm not sure I'm lovin' it Santa's favourite soda Will make you just as fit And am I really worth it Am I having it my way I figure I'll just do it I'll think different - as you say Lies 'r' us...

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Feb 07, 2026

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Every generation lives In the shadows of the last This one's no exception Before traditions set the rules But this is something new There are no directions All or nothing We are stuffing Our waistlines increasing And with it IQs are dropping Keep on pushing Blame it on Cushing Sit down, take it easy you know There's no point in rushing Hey, we're slaves of the plethora season No work to be done So chill now everyone Hey, we're suffering from indulgence syndrome Nothing but joy We have no choice There's a theme park called the west With high fences all around So there'll be no distractions Here we do what we do best Exploiting everyone In search of perfection All or nothing We are suffering Taking their oil and their lives And there's still no cuffing No dominion No opinion There's not a new law or decision That we're not in on Hey, we're slaves of the plethora season We need all the gas To move that thriving ass Hey, we live in the immunity zone Time to rejoice Boys and toys In our corner of the world Got nothing much to fear So we turn on each other Some girls have formed a plan Goes straight past equality This without deception Injustice for ten thousand years Now blaming anyone Who can get an erection All or nothing They're not bluffing Hey, we're slaves of the plethora season Those who have none in crotch They've finally grown nuts Hey, we're standing in the enemy zone Let's head on home Y chromosome

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Feb 07, 2026

In the depths I saw something beckoning me An ugly shape deep down in the sea In the corner of my eye, an inner world so blind But I know, yes I know; it's only in my mind In the depths I mirror myself, twisted reflections It is not me, must be a wicked imagination In the language of sorrow at the bottom of the sea The shape turns it's head and speaks to me I am too many for my shadow on the wall Into the deepest of water we hand in hand fall Voices do surround, sadness is unbound We dive, tranquillity in death is found A shadow walks beside me, my liquid gemini As I weep, It laughs, above the silent sky And as I laugh, It kills me with every passing second With every passing second...In the deepest of waters... I am too many for my shadow on the wall Into the deepest of waters we hand in hand fall Voices do surround, sadness is unbound We dive, tranquillity in death is found... In the depths I saw something beckoning me An ugly shape deep down in the sea In the corner of my eye, an inner world so blind But I know, yes I know; it's only in my mind In the language of sorrow at the bottom of the sea The shape turns its head and speaks to me

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Feb 07, 2026

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Incoming message Simple, loud and clear Materialized vengeance Arrogance and fear What is that you do not understand No paperwork required No stamps or signatures No negotiation No return adress Still you look like you don't understand This is your great chance to An opportunity to A brand new start for you to A clean late for all your friends too Bring ye forth the free markets In which you'll give us free labour Behold the modern, free slavery Freedom has now struck you Join us now or fuck you Freedom now demands you Freedom wants a thank you Spoken like a true emperor Spoken like a true conqueror Spoken like a true terrorist

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Feb 07, 2026