Nil Recurring
[feat. Robert Fripp (King Crimson) on lead guitar] [Instrumental]
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 18, 2026
Here is my car, my phone and my TV I've got it all, but you can see through me But am I here? It's kind of hard to tell I do a good impression of myself But what's normal now anyhow? Sullen and bored, the kids stay And in this way I wish away each day Stoned in the mall, the kids play And in this way I wish away each day Prescription drugs, they help me through the day And that restraining order keeps me well at bay But what's normal now anyway? Sullen and bored, the kids stay And in this way I wish away each day Stoned in the mall, the kids play And in this way I wish away each day Sullen and bored, the kids stay And in this way I wish away each day Stoned in the mall, the kids play And in this way I wish away each day Wish I was old and a little sentimental Wish I was old and a little sentimental Wish I was old and a little sentimental (Wish I wasn't lonely) Wish I was old and a little sentimental (Wish I wasn't lonely) Wish I was old and a little sentimental (Wish I wasn't lonely) (You gotta see the waves, not the wine bottle in the waves now) Wish I was old and a little sentimental (Wish I wasn't lonely) (You gotta see the waves, not the wine bottle in the waves now) Wish I was old and a little sentimental (Wish I wasn't lonely) (You gotta see the waves, not the wine bottle in the waves now) Wish I was old and a little sentimental (Wish I was old) (You gotta see the waves, not the wine bottle in the waves now) Wish I was old and a little sentimental Wish I was old and a little sentimental Wish I was old and a little sentimental (Wish I wasn't lonely) (You gotta see the waves, not the wine bottle in the waves now) Wish I was old and a little
Submitted by Pestilence — Feb 22, 2026
Lying through my teeth again I've been bad again, black lies Skirting 'round the truth again To escape the look in your eyes Cover up the facts again With the money men, disguise Losing my integrity Well, it's lost to me, I don't mind Feel my soul going Feel my soul, colder Blackening my soul again With another lie, it's my style Burying my face again God, I'm so ashamed this time Feel my soul going Feel my soul, colder Feel my soul going Feel my soul, colder
Submitted by Pestilence — Feb 22, 2026
So I got all these things, but so what? In the end, you can't take them with you You think you can save my soul? Well, okay Tell me, with all your conviction What happens now? What happens now? Well, I could be boarding an aircraft With a bomb concealed in somebody's briefcase And my body will spread through the heavens, across the sky And my ashes will fall through the cloudburst What happens now? What happens now? What happens now? What happens now?
Submitted by Pestilence — Feb 22, 2026