Fields / Church of Broken Glass

Hands upon harrows Heels in the weeds Starving and harvesting Down centuries Pheasants in fields to be hunted and plucked Such is their ration of sixpenny luck Multinous Мужикѕ Who mutter in tongues They frighten the horses Of fortunate sons Absent the rustics, what have they become? Only on Sunday their tears weakly run More or less murder? One simple order It's just history's whisper A secret to leave in the field Hands upon harrows and heels in the weeds Treason and guillotines, gallows and thieves Angular hayseeds once furrowed this land Picturesque reapers with skeletal hands Proles are more portly now, mouths open wide Tipping the scales we so kindly provide Skeletal hands were our strata's delight But oh so offensive on opening night

Submitted by The Void — Nov 11, 2025

Sing us a song, a song called how did it all go wrong Sing even though we haven't spoken for oh so long Sing for tongues are encumbered by their own eyes And weary of leering, twisting and winding from side to side Pray give us fields with bountiful yields for the coming frost Teach us to toil, the lore of the soil that we have lost Spare us alas for our seasons have sown only great expectations and rust Only in labor and sun-beaten backs can we place our trust Show us the field and weapons to wield for the coming war Let us redress celestial sentence we've waited for Trenches or furrows, soldier or harvester, sword or ploughshare A field and a summer, one or another, we're buried there Spin us a yarn of common place charm oh so far away Rustic emotion, artless devotion, naiveté Give us a game, the rules and the fools who refuse to play Smash our defenses with endless editions of yesterday

Submitted by MetalElf — Nov 11, 2025

See through the window, the city goes by Streets full of suckers with dimes in their eyes Heads full of sediment, buzzing with flies Helplessly dreading the next big surprise Escorting friendlies, a walk in the park Unlock the cages as soon as it's dark Motorcade motorcade easy to mark Send in the snipers to swim with the sharks Breadline is burning, the headcount's a joke Soon they'll be feasting on mirrors and smoke Motorcade motorcade horses to show Fish in a barrel and ducks in a row Pheasants in Fields to be hunted and plucked Such is their ration of sixpenny luck The party's decorum is crucial tonight Scatter the parasites, vermin and blight Motorcade motorcade easy to mark Send in the snipers to swim with the sharks Motorcade motorcade horses to show Fish in a barrel and ducks in a row Motorcade motorcade easy to mark Send in the snipers to swim with the sharks

Submitted by Pestilence — Nov 11, 2025

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A makeshift parlour game Of treachery and shame A nest of sin and vice Informant's paradise All ears and all the same The rat's assembly line We work in shifts then rest Our ears are always fresh For every bird a song Sure as your life is long A bird for every jail For every rat his tale Some friends of yours we met Have echoed our request The table has been set And you're the honored guest Article 128 could hardly be more clear By order of the council you are always welcome here You remind me of the wine Not running out tonight No need to check the time No difference day or night Judgment has her kiln and justice her baton The people have their will and truth her blindfold on Article 128 could hardly be more clear By order of the council you are always welcome here Windows are nothing but glass, so easily shattered Shutters are nothing but wood, so easily cut Walls are but plaster and lath, no match for a hammer Spirits are nothing but fires, so easily snuffed All ears and all the time The rat's assembly line We work in shifts then rest Our ears are always fresh Some friends of yours we met Have echoed our request The table has been set And you're the honored guest Article 128 could hardly be more clear By order of the council you are always welcomed here Long as you're still breathing you can sign the questionnaire Surely your rendition will be more extraordinaire

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 26, 2025

Walking 'round Eyes upon the ground For something might be found Always looking down Look around It's one big lost and found So I'm always looking down Eyes upon the ground Chorus: Fearlessness is careless unless You've got nothing left to lose Or leave behind Your noblesse oblige Is neither wise nor kind Casual indifference is My rational self interest I'm your shadow now And what is yours is mine Worms we live like In the dirt For worms we have become Thin and on the run We the parasites Will always follow you We'll never be untrue For what else can we do? Rats we live like In the wells Or hiding underground Fearful of the sound Those who fly Own the sky But they're always looking down Eyes upon the ground Chorus

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025

Burn Beneath a disgraced moon Before it's May it's June It is too late too soon Freeze Beneath a silent sun (Don't look so stunned) The deal is raw The numbers are well done The planes are well-adjusted as you type into the field Hoods and shackles, sterile wings of steel Soon a silver bird will come with rapture in its clause To spirit and deposit you abroad The models are corrected but the currency is strange Nothing's different, everything has changed They that trap themselves between the fields and the sea Pray in vapors they can barely breathe Burn Beneath a disgraced moon Before it's May it's June It is too late too soon Freeze Beneath a silent sun (Don't look so stunned) The deal is raw The numbers are well done

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 26, 2025

Hanging bones like paper dolls And posing by museum walls A forest of quotation marks Where minnows masquerade as sharks And every line is well rehearsed And everyone in line is first it's Chorus: Almost like you really care Almost like you really hear Almost like you're really there Almost like you're really here Dressed just like a skeptic But you tow the party line You have no dialectic but You know the secret sign And every line is well rehearsed And everyone in line is first it's Chorus Outskirts and concentric rings follow you they follow you Shallow cuts and childish things follow you they follow you Scratch the surface just like this follow you it followed you Shadows of a class dismissed followed you it followed you While it's no surprise I'll try to be Kind to your disguise just another Plot to subdivide passenger Just waiting for a ride down around the Corner now they say that you never Ever saw the train leave without you Try to place a call to that picture Hanging on the wall same old message No one there at all there's no answer Scripture known by rote by this time there's Nothing left to quote but your skin a Scribbled sheet for notes incoherent Chorus Charm will steal your time Just as time will steal your charm

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025

The spotlight found another fool The crowd has gone away There's a shabby sunset At the end of your big day A joker in your finest hour With aces up your sleeve The clock has struck - you're out of luck And now it's time to leave Time to rest my clever friend But first we must take flight Time to find where jesters nest When day turns into night There's a place, if we make haste Where we can hide away Watch our shabby sunset At the end of our big day Chorus: Everything is concrete now Concrete is the queen whose kingdom crumbles down In Butchertown Everything is metal now Metal is the king whose crown is melted down In Butchertown Something in the air down here Describe it if I could I don't know what it is But I know it isn't good Something in the air down here I wish could explain I don't know what it is But I know it isn't sane Chorus

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025

Sky is overcast Old man of the sails Summoning to mass Terns upon the rails By some mystic means Of changing gulls to kings Old man had a way So the seagulls sang Chorus: Our hoard has been abducted by a common draft Old craft of mine And left us on a raft Goodbye ye kings in the sky Our stand has been abandoned by the rubes we crossed Ships in the sky And left us at a loss Ye old craft of mine Our vessel has been boarded by a common craft Ships in the sky And left us on a raft So long ye old craft of mine Our channels are abandoned and the craft is lost Ships in the sky Left with an Albatross Cursed flock descending Terns upon the rails Charmed by instruments and charts Compasses and scales Din is overwhelming Screaming mob will find So as they have made us deaf The old man made them blind By some scheme or sorcery The ship had taken flight Capsized by the moon and strewn Its wreckage through the night See gulls all the same Searching for the rails Summoning in vain Old man of the sails Still they dive and sing Of becoming kings Old man now they say Lives far below the waves Chorus So long, ye old craft of mine Good bye, ye ships in the sky

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025

Thought I had a prayer down in this church Of broken glass But I awoke To find myself asleep And in glass, my soul to keep Close-up of the floor down in this church Of broken glass Somewhere to pray And spend all night Strangling all day So the fire expires this way I thought I heard your voice down in this church Of broken glass So I returned And the faithful still remained But of you I heard no trace But there's thirst to slake And vows to break And the fire expires this way For today

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 26, 2025

Where were you? We faded out the other day Make up new wounds to count and contemplate Hear that lonesome whistle blowin' Just for you and you alone Lightning speed to nowhere it's your lucky day Can't believe the nerve of that proceeding verse Worse than where you are is that you got there first Sure you can reverse Turn a blessing to a curse Lightning train to nowhere in the universe Stressing every syllable of your complaint Can't they tell the difference Between passengers and freight? Cursing the conductor then We try our luck again Lightning speed to nowhere but oblivion Pictures play in place all day They never leave their wall They stand against it And when they talk They do so it can hear For they know That their wall has ears All ears, all ears Swatting at the smoke rings in the dining car Speculation station is that where we are? Plenty Of Conjecture Would you like to give a lecture? Lightning train to anywhere but very far Lightning Speed to nowhere but obscurity Only destination is the scenery Hear that lonesome whistle blowin' Just for you and you alone Lightning train illusion of Velocity

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 26, 2025