Hatred Surge
EP • 2008
Black box filled with names Yours is in there Try to say a prayer Don't hold your breath A tradition that's been followed No questions asked Population kept in check Secret to the world It won't matter if you're good When they're standing over you It won't matter what you say When the stones are in their hands Death will take you slowly The weight crushes your bones Murder in their eyes The last thing that you'll see Black box filled with names Of family and friends Destiny placed in the hands Of the common man Everyone will have their say It's a matter of time Who's going next It could be your own
Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 26, 2025
Dive head first into black water Fill my lungs Every orifice Spit and piss venom Bleed endless darkness
Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 26, 2025
Run on empty Sleep for years Blood moves slow Shallow breaths Cold room Isolated Can't feel anything Can't move Sealed in Isolation Self destruction Senses failing Mind goes numb
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025
Tape up the arms Tape up the legs Six feet below Gone for good Black wrap Black soil Heartless shell of excuse for man Heartless monster Motherfucker
Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025
Everything is temporary Only death is certain
Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025
Thoughts wrap like snakes around my brain Choking Tighter I black out I can't think anymore Suffocating I wan't to slow down I never will I want to take it easy I never will All these questions Same answers How much before I snap
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025
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