Freedom to the Slave Makers
Kick down metabolic fix Cocaine violence sex and politics They all mix just fine today Well I hate the world today Stop me before kill the president WAR is that really what youre looking for? It's when I'm better off dead And all of my enemies hang By the thinnest threads You'll hear me And look at me Now a best seller Its too late You already hold me in your hands Hail me I'm a best seller Shout out, devil man he speaks A good measure in exercise In excorsism for this week A razor cuts so sharp today Through the umbilical chord of the world today Better stop me before I'm on your TV set That's when you'll look at me Now a best seller Its too late You already hold me in your hands Hail me I'm a best seller
Submitted by johnmansley — Feb 17, 2026
I don't know but I've been told Your endagered eyes Have been killing me a long long time And I severed And each day passing by seemed to drain from the next Couldn't rearrange That's when I began to look for peace And so I came to lose my faith Here and there I lied It came to me a long, long while... And old candles Still remembered projecting your silhouettes Couldn't burn anymore I began to fall to pieces And now look at me Picking up broken pieces of mirror From cold backstage room floors Pull that blade stuck in my wrist Holding it firm in my fist Against the enemy Again and again Strike that brand Cross my heart & don't let it Happen for the very last time You see I'm better And I've surfaced above all those demons You once thought eternalized It began to fall to pieces And now look at me Picking up broken pieces of mirror From cold backstage room floors Pull that blade stuck in my wrist Holding it firm in my fist Against the enemy I soar like a bird Adore the view and cut my wings Because I already don't want it Because I already don't feel no shame
Submitted by johnmansley — Feb 08, 2026
You take a good look in the mirror sixty times an hour Make sure everything's perfect And expect nothing less in return We're you always this superficial? A woman's supposed to love you for who you are Not for what you're trying to sell Cocaine! No pain! Condemnet your soul to hell And that's how you like it Or was it just a game? Give me visectomy, attention, blasphamy! You know it's my style - Or no style at all! Because it feels so right Only when it is so wrong Yeha I've been talking to the higher ups They hate me! Just take a ride on everybody else's troubles I tell you! It gave me a real something to give I know I'll never be caught dead shaking hands As a saint with you, alright You'll be rotting in hell "No mind" & "Go blind", serves you As you now got demons running down And shooting out your ass Cause it's the same old law of traffic In death and in life alike Because it feels so right Only when it is so wrong Yeha I've been talking to the higher ups They hate me! And everybody would tell you You could have thought straighter And all along you would know they were always right But it only hits you where the border lies
Submitted by johnmansley — Feb 08, 2026
All I know, All I am Climbing fake steps In the management ladder of a pyramid scam Small fish reaching in for the browl We fall, we fall, don't mean nothing at all It's not the place I was looking for... Someone promissed me That there was going to be a big reception And intervention Someone to care and teach me a lesson! Hell, bet seven or eight - Been spending a long time Thinking I'm the wrong kind of fella' On the wrong side of the track, see Hell cast me away A new variety of me - "30% Less True" Do you feel lucky enough? It's your first time around... Well, nobody is lucky enough at their first time...
Submitted by johnmansley — Feb 08, 2026
I know for sure I heard this sound Feeling flying all around You got your hair done, similar name All ready for the big boy's game And so you've made it - Your big break! But keep that promise that you make It's obvious you're not OK Boy, you got ripped off by your barber in the light of day You can cry for attention Dress up all pink and say you're Bi Can even color your hair all black But you can't see the whole truth with just one eye I'm not the the first to warn ya' Comb it up high and you will see The devil he lives in California Sticking it hard to you and me And I've been told It's a shame that I came forward But I die along my way A million times every single day (Hell yeah) No regrets, I have long for paid my debts Not too old and oh so real At least I know our childhood hero was an asshole So what does it make of you? You can cry for attention Dress up all pink and say you're Bi Can even color your hair all black But you can't see the whole truth with just one eye I'm not the first to warn ya' Comb it up high and you will see The devil he lives in California Sticking it hard to you and me
Submitted by johnmansley — Feb 17, 2026
Six feet under your righteous self And all you proudly own you abuse Be fake with your money You know how it's funny to lose Don't ya? And spare a young girl a night of shelter Man, ain't nothing gets in your way Boy, you know she wants you And you know you want it today When there's no other way And no guilt sticks, really Until doomsday, doomsday Until all is lost you'll celebrate Doomsday, doomsday Your day of triumph Doomsday, doomsday It's each man to his own, yeah, I'm talking 'bout Doomsday, doomsday Ooh yeah Time to call it a day won't come Already had it all spiked with belief Boy, you don't know what's real And you've ground your last teeth in No way to sever this 'Cause no guilt sticks, really Until doomsday, doomsday Until all is lost you'll celebrate Doomsday, doomsday Your day of triumph Doomsday, doomsday It's each man to his own, yeah, I'm talking 'bout Doomsday, doomsday And everybody's talking about it So how do you feel about that My talents were blinded by my wrath And I've seen the last resort Showed me love forsakes us
Submitted by johnmansley — Feb 08, 2026
Let's hang out I really think we should both get together We can tell each other pretty things You can tell me how much you thought My last record was great and I'll tell you How I feel about the god damn scene Well, you ain't got nothing on me Well said! Who get's the fame in it And who's name we always forget? Bring the best you can Nothing to it man Wear me, try and waste my time You knew it! 'cause I fake and I lack originality Nine years and I'm ten times bolder motherfucker Plastic tounges Directed my thought 'till I figured When I found a letter that I wrote last year It said "I'll never sing clean 'cause I'm 24..." And I can't get behind such crap no more Bring the best you can Nothing to it man Wear me, try and waste my time You knew it! Say I fake and I lack originality Nine years and I'm ten times bolder motherfucker
Submitted by johnmansley — Feb 08, 2026
I come now From a place of honesty You kicked me in the teeth and it made me feel need Together we sank down in the ocean It got the best of me I fell in for the first time And my conscience seems much clearer Every day as it crosses the line I called to you From that place of honesty You warned me from the fall, made me really feel need Together we sank down in the ocean It felt better then, and for the second time I feel alive! To feel alive... Just to be alive I'd do anything that I'm required As precious as a perfect lie And my conciense seems much clearer Every day as it crosses the line Hold fast, for a new kind of reason Has led astray in the end and I already feel charmed
Submitted by johnmansley — Feb 08, 2026
I had a perfect morning today Woke up by a lake where I Pulled my notebook from my case Decided I'd do some great Two strangers drinking way too early Suddenly found me not alone They started to throw up all over the place and My line of thought was brutally cut It's hard enough for me these days with keeping track And I'm afraid I don't let such things easily through And so this one is for you Why all over my perfectly good morning muse? I returned to the car undefieted yet hurt I could not longer think of the devine That's when it hit me! It's all misconcieved And that devine are your 8:00 AM beers That devine's your sick perfume And those cheap ciggarettes And I'm afraid I don't let such things easily through And so this one is for you Why all over my perfectly good morning muse? I'm seeing it a brand new way
Submitted by johnmansley — Feb 08, 2026
This is morning raping The dumbing down of the playfield You need to see it with your own eyes to believe it And I dream ever revoking, ever revoking dreams "Finder's Keepers", "Early Bird", "Terrorize", "Kill the Urge"... My sole intention was designing to perfection A common sense thing You're masturbating It's imminent, I'm delightly disturbing While I dream ever revoking Ever revoking dreams Tell my children that wherever I would be I'd stand tall, proud, joyful HEAVEN-SENT
Submitted by johnmansley — Feb 17, 2026