The Wayward and the Lost
I never believed I never believed In Man or Saviors This world in decline This world of decline The needle, the wasted -Absolution in addiction- They speak control In surviving, never whole Let them find God, to same them- Let them know solace, in our demise- We fight for nothing, yet we still fight- We die for nothing, worthless- Save the deed of living down To the concrete graves of promise The city gives and takes away Brick by brick, dignity and pride The thieves will strip us bare The vultures rise in our weakness The city sleeps for no man A morgue for the prophet The preacher and the poor man
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 26, 2025
No value to life or living Just heartache and strife Upon harsh and gin Altered, and left sad The panic, the strain A grieving heart in pain Discarded, disrupted, and gone (Gone) In these times, of blackened grace Without dignity, the dark and the light To fade away, to leave nothing behind Without redemption, no hope in man In these arms, a life in mourning Without hope, the end means nothing Arise Awaken To this decline The stench of centuries An old death Of failure (Failures)
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 26, 2025
Hope, Is a lie Is a cold lie A lonely fate Death is slow A slower decline A fade away We suffer life In great defeats Hope, The biggest lie Is a cold death A lonesome fate Life, is fading away Never reaching bliss Release me From the pain I've seen A wasted life Of great defeats Forgive me My eyes to shame The final cry A grieving heart of regrets Absolve me The life that I take The defeated man The meaningless lies Forgive me This life that I take Forgive me The burdens of our time The dishonor of man The wayard and the lost A grieving, a loss The huddled poor The weary masses March to the End The noble death Is a lie, denied With loss Alone in exile Take me away from this Unforgiving, unloved existence One more dead The call, the toll The road... To loss
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 26, 2025
Nothing- There is nothing left to save No redeemer, no savior No prophet For the poor man No progress of the soul To defeat me- When I'm down To condemn me to this struggle Release me from this pain So far away From myself Wandering still- Into a barren field... alone ...With loss To feel nothing To feel nothing To feel nothing
Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 26, 2025
We, the futile Hand of man's failures We, the worthless Forgotten, the void Of light, of suffering Ruins of loss The remains The isolation Farewell to dreams God, the deciever The tyrant The old man Born to serve We are All slaves To decline Deceit, before dishonor The conceit, is control Usurper, of free men Blindly, following In the name of God Deviate Divide The hunted The scorned Hold on- To your guns To your drugs The end is near
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 26, 2025