Dead Revolution

The snowflakes in their millions melt upon the lenses in the glow Illuminated are their faces and the faces that they show They don't know weariness or death - they don't know anything at all They're merely messages from both sides of your eyes The shadows fall - fall Who dare question their confessor And when you wonder why you never see the sun (cry to me) And you discover when you turn around and run (who do you see) And when you find that I've been wasting all your time You cry to me And when you find that you must tear yourself away What do you see And when your eyes are glazing over every day (cry to me) And you decide you must escape and run away (who do you see) A velvet inquisition For every volunteer So the apostates disappear The little worms are not to blame For the mementos that they save The tyranny of their mutation In a medicated grave Who dare question their confessor And when you find that you're the saddest one in line And when you find that you are crying all the time When you pray out loud (you're in focus dear) No one hears a sound (spiders in your tears) Who will recall (clocks inside our ears) The endless watches of the night (We've been here for years)

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025

Drag me into your exhausted future Do I have a choice? Your revolution has gone on so long Heed your master's voice Never realize the tyranny is coming from the inside And an evil eyes has opened In your own private sky Born on the wrong side of the divide Million miles across Are you still waitin' for your invitation Maybe it was lost And every teardrop falls Like Moses coming down from the mountain And an evil eye has opened In your own private sky Lenses and mirrors, a looking glass world Shot from every side The next contestant to try and survive Maze of your design The better world you are trying to build Is laughing in your face The better world you are trying to build Is on fire

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025

Tasteless morsel here's your verse Sorcerer of a fleshless curse Sea of heroes nods and waves Grass for sacred cows to graze Yes even you must walk the path Yes even you Petty lord in a formless void Feudal systems redeployed Your smile never reached your eyes Disguising where the future lies Yes even you, the golden calf Yes even you And as I crawled from the chaos storm Seeking the light of the sun to warm The frozen frame of my skeletal mind I looked and looked until I was blind For we give sight to the blind And we compel the lame to walk For we give speech to the dumb The very stones weep where we walk Can you rebuke this Judas kiss? Can you forsake what you dismiss? To dare malign and undermine all this And choose obscurity's abyss

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 26, 2025

The fog is rolling in a gentle drift of grey And to the left the sunset golden crowns the day The asphalt cooling down beneath the rusty wires The trees are swaying to the sound of squealing tires Four unmarked buses like white horses in a line A shining abattoir no vampire left behind Another tragedy it happens all the time We should have seen the signs Waiting for the crash In fields of amaryllis - lenses tinted rosy red Approach the precipice with your eyes fixed straight ahead Then all you see is sky To fall or fly is all the same when you're so high A sign of error breathing air that's not your own A shining corridor where all the birds have flown Four unmarked buses like white horses in a line A shining abattoir no vampire left behind A plague of luxury with nothing else to find A place to sit through the debris of your decline A dream is forming in a sad and twisted mind They should have seen the signs Waiting for the crash

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025

Here comes the sky - falling upon us Something seems different this time Here comes the tide - the water's on fire Something seems different this time Here comes the storm - goes on forever Eight hundred miles or more The wind came down to the waves one day As the sun looked scornfully on "I humbly request that you be my guest In a dance" said the wind on this morn "Such would be grand, should we make for the land?" Roared the waves to the sting of the breeze "I'm feeling restless, the sun is relentless I'd fancy a turn if you please" "The pleasure is mine" said the sky in reply "I confess to a sense of unease Perhaps a diversion will soften the heart of the sun" Said the sky to the seas The sea reached out, the wind took a bow In the sun so uncommonly warm So they did waltz in the spray and the salts And together they danced up a storm A furious child feral and wild The wind swept in through the door All hope is drowned in a terrible sound As the ocean leapt o'er the shore Then they conspired to kindle a fire And laughed as they howled at the moon The flames and the seas Rose up in the breeze And agreed they'd meet again soon Sun be damned, we'll dance Upon land again soon

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 26, 2025

A thousand needles on fire Each pinprick the end of a dream The cipher encrypted a key To escape in a flying machine The landing bay consumed in flames The cipher didn't lie this time The engines engage One less victim of this crime It's time to leave This disaster behind A thousand ships are On fire in the sky Above the inferno below Are these the memories The tears in my eyes Or is it the smoke? My velox flies My knuckles white Upon the controls The city ends as I ascend To stations unknown Flying faster I take one Last look back - I'll never See this place again And no one will know I'm flying alone The city's destroyed Why say goodbye the faster I fly Into the void This fate belongs to no one else So don't pretend that you know How it ends

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 26, 2025

Old Tom Moore, from the bummer's shore in the good old golden days They call me a bummer and a ginsot too, but what cares I for praise? I rove around from town to town, folks call me a roving sign "Yes, just Old Tom Moore, he's a bummer sure, from the days of '49" My comrades they all loved me well, a jolly saucy crew A few hard cases I will recall, though they all were brave and true What'ere the pitch, they never would flinch, they never would fret nor whine Like good old bricks, they stood the kicks in the days of '49 In the days of old, in the days of gold How oft'times I repine for the days of old When we dug up the gold, in the days of '49 There was New York Jake, the butcher boy, he was always getting tight And every time that he'd get full, he was spoiling for a fight But Jake rampaged against a knife in the hands of old Tom Clay And over Jake they held a wake in the days of '49 There was Nantucket Bill, I knew him well, he was always fond of tricks At a poker game, he was always there, and ready with his bricks He would ante up and draw his cards, and he would you go a hatful blind In the game with death, he lost his breath, in the days of '49 There was Ragshag Bill from Buffalo, I never will forget He would roar all day and roar all night, and I guess he's roaring yet One day he fell in a prospect hole of a roaring bad design And in that hole he roared out his soul, in the days of '49 Of the all friends that I had then, there's no one left to toast And I'm left alone in my misery like some poor wandering ghost I just rove around from town to town, folks call me a roving sign "Yes, just Old Tom Moore, he's a bummer sure, from the days of '49"

Submitted by Morgoth — Feb 08, 2026