Stout Soaked Songs
I can't help what I am I don't care what you think of me There is blood on the sheets, yet I am not cut It's been a bad fucking week Pray for the summer rains A drunken, passed out fantasy that life was simple Why must god hate me? The stained-glass smiles laugh at mankind We're all dead or dying We don't ask why We just say our prayers
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 25, 2025
The truth hurts when you are wrong Crashing down on fragile skulls I threaten the beliefs and the standards society holds dear At the heart of the unity lies that vision, not conceived Our fallacy as the self-righteous pigs Who's to say? Boundaries divide, conquer or die Brings the end with time Choose the enemy Bloodshed feeds the hatred Mankind taught you to fear damnation All he knows is of earth and murder Spoke quiet to preach the cancer Loyalty oath to brainwash a child Submission, the product of your faith The answers erased Have you ever looked down into the eyes of the injured? The helpless wounded thing pleads for sympathy
Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 25, 2025
This track is instrumental.
Growing opposition threatens the extinction of loyalty and good intentions Free your eyes Free your ears Free your slaves They amputate for thievery Lock your front door and grab your gun Hold your own Men in suits choose out fate, paid to hate Freedom has its limitations
Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 25, 2025
Ten-story suicide Impact shook the earth When he never found his god, heart stopped beating and faded away Live down below with the ground up above Survived mediocrity, I'm still breathing yet cast away Grow, mold Do only as you're told Sinfully great when she dominates Step down off that pedestal Lie still, breath in This won't hurt Tied to our chairs, grasping for air I've exposed conspiracies I won't live long and I don't care Grow, mold Do only as you're told A filthy habit of non-chemical dependency We dance like puppets It's a social illness of programmed defects
Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 25, 2025
I am the eyes of a blind man I am arthritis in your hands I am the spine that is paralyzed Torn wide open Reach inside I sail away across the seas of hopelessness like a dream Forgetting the destination before I left I'm still the bastard that I've always been Nothing has changed... just rearranged
Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 25, 2025
We sing the stout soaked songs Been broke for far too long Grab one more and raise it proud Suffering is beautiful... Grab one more for the road Broken hopes broke our bones We can't face it We can't see straight Our heroes slain Our world crumbles But we smile Wasted Lay to waste
Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 25, 2025
Lump in my throat The devil's seed in her gut Nothing I did was ever good enough Still I crawl to you for more abuse Give it to me and lay it on thick When your drowning, I hesitate giving you my hand These chains must break someday Send me downstream to a place where no streetlights shine Carry me away, oh sacred river Swallow that tongue and choke on yourself Strain in my head and your knife still stuck in my back When I fall you get out of the way You live to betray Carry me away to the final resting place Build me up to cut me down
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 25, 2025