Glasnost
the confession that you made as she pulled you under was in the distance in your eyes it changes everything and everything changes but this is only a feeling escape is in the mind because who we are is all i have it changes everything and everything changes
Submitted by Immortal — Apr 25, 2025
tell me what you believe that hysteria is written by men who are paid to believe what their leaders were told like the bravery of fighting a war by remote control we worshipped the pillars of greed and the silent majority shuffled along with muted dissent as white collar criminals gambled their empires away but you've got blood on your hands but you've got blood on your hands but it's not a question of faith there's a man with a cross in his hands and a darkness that burns through his soul if your god does exist then you'll be the first to burn
a madman stares through the looking glass and holds us in his hands the endless chant of a war machine on your TV screens the future of our way of life depends on this for those of your who are morally impaired the president will be crying in your place but we're only doing what we know is best for you the way it's always been here revenge will be at six today, just before the evening news the endless chant of the war machine on your TV screens the future of our way of life depends on this for those of your who are morally impaired the president will be crying in your place but we're only doing what we know is best for you the way it's always been here
Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 25, 2025
what did you do with the years? it's been so long that i forget did you waste your time on stupid dreams? and did you find yourself happiness? it's too late, your choice is made it's too late to reconnect anywhere but here with you because i watched your drown as we spoke there's nothing left to fear but regret nothing left to lose but yourself it's too late, your choice is made it's too late to reconnect
Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 25, 2025
you search her eyes but you find yourself, along the lines that crack her face but certain things never seem to change – the poison words, the space between them now the sound of desperation rips like a wave through the crowd in this quiet bar where the chosen few drink to better days, and other happy endings another happy ending lost, and you feel your heart cave in a flood of red, a city drowning in its sleep it passes by like a blue of grey, with its neon suns and discount glamour girls the quiet resignation sinks in the eyes of the men on the last train home where the chosen few think of better days, and other happy endings another happy ending lost, and you feel your heart cave in
Submitted by Immortal — Apr 25, 2025
you grit your teeth and blame the government the way your fathers did here nothing changes you don't believe a single word they say, that they're all the same the reds, the blues, the elite keep calm and carry on you grit your teeth and blame the government when they armed the poor and called it liberation but your sent your young to fight eternal wars and then we wonder why here nothing changes keep calm and carry on
Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 25, 2025
pathetic little man with power in your hands and fire in your tongue it's such a brave new world for thieves and parasites like you all pathetic little men so choose your words before you speak pathetic little man with fire in your tongue as you talk with authority about things you will never be but you'll never know what this means the glory and the fame so disposable and cheap it makes you feel so young but what a wonderful world for thieves and charlatans like you do you know what i mean? so choose your words before you speak pathetic little man with fire in your tongue as you talk with authority about things you will never be but you'll never know what this means you'll never know you'll never know what this means
Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 25, 2025
all the president's men, standing in line in their sunday best bastard sons of unspeakable days the pride of the nation in the glory of men haven't you learned a thing? there's a deafening sound as the Earth swallows red with regret it's the echoes of darker days and she wonders what goes through your head, little man no still the rivers run crimson and gold haven't you seen enough? crimson and gold haven't you seen enough? it's a desperate lie, of peace and progress and the union of men but the ghosts you forgave should have taught you to think but this is a fucking disgrace no still the rivers run crimson and gold haven't you seen enough? crimson and gold haven't you seen enough?
Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 25, 2025
This track is instrumental.
it comes crashing down on you like an earthbound fist but waiting is all we can do and the years passed me by a moment of clarity like a fist in the dark but waiting is all i can do and i fear the rising tide don't let it go if it slips through your hands crashing down like a fist in the dark like a fist in the dark
Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 25, 2025
big man, big words you live your life through someone else's dreams don't sell yourself to the wolves at your door don't sell yourself to the wolves at your door big man, big words you're a dying whore in a changing world don't sell yourself to the wolves at your door don't sell yourself to the wolves at your door
Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 25, 2025