Shame
I believe something is so Fundamentally wrong with What we value as important today And i hope that you who are here tonight Will reconsider your choices Before our losses are just too great
Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 18, 2026
Somewhere in the deep of my own tortured sleep i could see your hands reaching towards the unknowing you were begging them to stop but they cut off all remaining ties to earthly life we all hung our heads. MOTHER CULTURE IS WHISPERING IN MY EAR. TELLING ME DISAPPEAR. TELLING ME DO AS THEY SAY. STAY IN LINE. YOU CAN'T CHOOSE. EDUCATE. WORK. CAREER. I HAVE TO FIND A WAY. I HAVE TO FIND A WAY. VACANT SMILE VACANT EYES MY MIND IS OCCUPIED I DON'T KNOW WHICH THOUGHTS ARE MINE OR WHAT THEY PROGRAMMED ME TO THINK we all hung our heads.
Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 18, 2026
Sleeping in it puts me to sleep i dig into this frozen dirt to see what lies beneath i dig into frozen dirt to be in a worthless, cold and empty grave for a man so sick no god could ever save A MAN SO SICK NO GOD COULD SAVE so this leads me to believe that I shrink become thin and that love is a lottery I'll never win it's not your fault but still i'm losing faith in everyone i know so this leads me to believe that I shrink become thin still i'm losing faith in everyone i know and that life is a lottery, that I'll NEVER NEVER NEVER EVER WIN
Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 18, 2026
Can't you see the lack in me? the lack of hope and integrity it vanished so quickly no eyes could see can't you see the lack in me? the lack of love and sanity when the sun turned black and betrayed me darkness caught me it caught me and you stood there watching every place where death lies below there's always this fucking crowd they yell, pull my shirt not to leave i understand this crowd, but do they understand me?
Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 18, 2026
Actors keep on acting people keep on clapping they all hang their heads they all hang their heads in sorrow. in utopia. when all the money burns in sorrow, in utopia the beggar receives no money from the man in a suit he's just another poor man dressed in a suit he can't stop world hunger on his way to work on his way to ruin let us rest at the woodland cemetery our silent film a vast ocean of nothing will everything continue without us?
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 18, 2026
Riots in the street as i fold my hands turn to the side go back home to sleep i've had enough i never even tried but the weather's fine and every day amazing the shadow of civilisation hangs over me i hang my head so dead dead on the inside wasted opportunities go by the way side join our side fight a war but when everything is ruled by money and just by breathing we're contributing to the ongoing slaughter of the world
Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 18, 2026
I hope you can look her in the eyes i hope she can be more than a target and reject all the ideals we made for her in our fake world in our factories what's life like in a fucking factory? make the corporate son work in the industry built by his father's dirty hands her head is aching a blank stare a bed invitation she doesn't know what to do cause she is too obsessed to fit the mindless image the picture you made for her the ideal was forced on her i hope she rejects me, i hope she rejects make the corporate son work in the industry built by his father's dirty hands (he washed them in the blood of the workers) (blood of the workers' daughters)
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 18, 2026
Tracking down the missing link seeing everything in blank watching everything sink seeing everything END i'm trying hard to give myself a reason to stop questioning to begin did you ever stop before you started did you ever give in without trying without trying do you sometimes write without sorrow do you sometimes love without heart do you sometimes have you ever have you ever wasted ink more wasted ink
Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 18, 2026
Capitalism infests our minds it crawls up our very spine controls our every heartbeat and hangs us out to die capitalism is the root to all problems we need to stop fuck money fuck greed this is not the way for us to live. it hurts too like when the sickness took you and we had to sell our house like her she filled her life with all these things consumed herself drowned pretty accessories hierarchy climbing ladders it's murder to the world but it's kingdom (a) throne to the rich it's the false paradise the egoistic why let go when she worked so hard oh she worked so hard
Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 18, 2026
I cough up grey dust i look up and seeâ¨that all kings are dead and that we're finally free i stare at the joy in everyone's eyes they tell me they also can see it in mine am i dreaming? i must be dreaming! i always thought that there was more to life than money, and working that other things had value food under lock and key this can't be this can't be this can not be we're finally free⨠BUT I MUST BE DREAMING
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 18, 2026
Actors keep on acting people keep on clapping they all hang their heads they all hang their heads in sorrow. in utopia. when all the money burns in sorrow, in utopia the beggar receives no money from the man in a suit he's just another poor man dressed in a suit he can't stop world hunger on his way to work on his way to ruin let us rest at the woodland cemetery our silent film a vast ocean of nothing will everything continue without us?
Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 18, 2026
[Bonus Track] Itâs never been this easy to tell â¨that youâre pouring gas over gas⨠over Metropolis⨠you want it all to burn itâs black and white â¨iâm ashamed to be the same as you â¨to carry your blood⨠as we bow down to the heavens⨠crashing down on every light of life â¨a shitty snapshot of a world i could barely bother with â¨for all i care â¨ruin it all you want⨠just keep taking and taking⨠FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK IT i hope youâre ready to dig graves â¨because thatâs where weâre heading⨠eager to die⨠are you eager to die? Submits, comments, corrections are welcomed at webmaster@darklyrics.com NO OMEGA LYRICS
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 18, 2026