Distance

We are dying. We are diseased. We are the cancer that is killing these streets

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Feb 20, 2026

Hollow eyes, but alive and still diseased Everyone is screaming, but no ones saying a thing.. 1 thousand empty words from a thousand empty voices Won't change a thing.. No culture, No movement, No expression, Just distance. Romanticised failure and apathy, Their cross's keep burning, blind eyes keep turning Centuries of progression for an age of ignorance Do you feel the guilt? do you feel? Lifetimes spent longing for an image No consequence just decadence and greed - Nothings gonna make you live forever Do you feel the guilt? Wash the blood from your hands.. Blackened eyes, are you breathing? Empty words, is your heart still beating? You can't live forever, we just want to live now. Find your voice, find those words, take it back The time is now.

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Feb 20, 2026

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I still remember who you were and who you claimed to be ...and still ...inside and out ...you're fucking empty. Nothing but a shell. With different clothes, fake emotion, feigned personality. I still remember who you were and who you claimed to be. ...with every word and every letter from every language, I could not construct a single sentence, That could do you justice. That could express my disbelief. At your pretentious lack of judgment... The tongue in your cheek. You said the world has changed, That you haven't, that you just stayed the same. It's sad to say that you became EVERYTHING YOU LOVED TO HATE If you had any substance left, I could look you in the eye and shake your hand, To apologize, for the day when I snap And I finally cut that tongue from your cheek.. Your jealous mouth may poison me - and your touch may burn my skin But the rotting wound where your heart once was, Will do more damage than I could ever give

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Feb 20, 2026

Hollywood is the rotting heart of a decaying nation. And this heart wont stop beating until we burn it down. Silhouettes, streetlights your selling yourself. Just distractions. You weak motherfuckers your living your life on your knees. You weak motherfuckers. Modern culture is a disease. You ain't living your just killing. You ain't living your just consuming. Hollywood is the rotting heart of a diseased population. And this heart wont stop infecting until we burn it down. And this heart wont stop beating until we burn this city to the ground

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Feb 20, 2026