Paradigm Trigger / Angels Weep

Whispering pines Tell a story of an afterlife Where heaven goes to die A darkened forest of corpses Stacked to the sky Where every angel weeps and god cries God cries Kingdom of rust Once gold turned to dust Hope remains extinct The shadow from the trees Shows a picture of a world we've never seen (Never seen) A place immune to the suffering nеver existed Thе death choir sings Immune to the suffering Servant to the dirt Devoured by the earth Let it be done If it was meant to be Baptized in waste Where heaven waits for me I found where every prayer spends eternity Where they fall silent Empty infinity Crucified time and time again Whispering winds Breathe through the leaves Like needles to the skin Promises of paradise Where every angel weeps and god cries God cries A place immune to the suffering never existed The death choir sings Immune to the suffering Servant to the dirt Devoured A place immune to the suffering never existed The death choir sings Immune to the suffering Servant to the dirt Devoured by the earth

Submitted by MetalElf — Feb 23, 2026

The sound of static, white noise Pixelated scenes I don't recognize The void behind the eyes Lost in a lucid nightmare Illuminate the teeth that dig into the mind Violent and vacant Separate the heart from the spine Eternal oblivion A labyrinth built with no escape Eternal oblivion Permanence feeds, the conscious fades The white noise calls out to me Paralyzing Underneath my skin I pulled the cord until I found the end (Where dreams suffocate) Glimpses of a grave unmarked No pulse from a failing heart A knife in the dark Numbed every nerve But it was easy to remember the ways it hurt It can’t get much worse As I lay parallel to this earth I felt my body detach from my soul Distorted visions of a place I've been afraid to go The white noise on repeat Calling me home The sound of static suspended in time The void behind the eyes Underneath my skin I pulled the cord until I found the end (Where dreams suffocate) Glimpses of a grave unmarked No pulse from a failing heart A knife in the dark Separate the heart from the spine

Submitted by MetalElf — Feb 23, 2026