All Bees to the Sea
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So sick of your agenda All your double-speak's the same No fear or forgiveness Incest stagnates A 'who's who', and "What do you do?" Measured by the book Led by the nose and libido Never an honest look Race ahead at the back of the line Fail to see what you signify Yes I can piss up the wall higher than you And I won't but the face on that you want me to So the witches of this industry Hollered up to Satan, "Please free me!" Ice-queen libido Hair of snakes It's time to question all the choices that you made We lay claim - Masters We lay claim - Masters We say fame - Bastards We say fame - Bastards We lay claim - Masters We lay claim - Masters We say fame - Bastards We say fame - Bastards
Submitted by NecroGod — Jun 07, 2026
I saw a crash today And I thought it was you Blackened sphere The crows peck at your face And I want to kiss you I saw a crash today And I wished it was you No such fear You swallowed the key that keeps us In this purgatory I'm so sad to see you go Called your name out on the radio Salutations to the big band Who's played you out all across the land Though, no remorse It's time of course Congratulations to the big man For taking you off our weary hands Go! Go! This really is for the best I've shed tears for less But I want to kiss you All that time in your maze Put my mind completely outta phase Cerebral theatrics to my detriment Oh lord please rid me of this sacrament Courtesans and whores Closest allies of yours DId you master this in bastard-house Did you kiss you Ma' with that mouth? Go! Go! This really is for the best I've shed tears for less But I want to kiss you
Submitted by NecroGod — Jun 07, 2026
Divulge Like it never was Timorous feeling Yeah all told Guild of Thieves and acrobats Poisoned spring And they revel Be yourself Push yourself Be yourself Reject fear Scribe on Poison pen attack You're vilified We're all sold Guild of Thieves and acrobats Poisoned spring And they revel
Submitted by NecroGod — Jun 07, 2026
It's like the heat never leaves Point to face all random Graven fears So far from the humdrum Poindexters and cigarettes Trophy wives who haven't married yet Graven fears The firm and the gun-run No kissing for free Pre-requisites and nominees All dissing for free Street thieves and anomolies The beat never leaves Point to face all random Meltdown nears A living conundrum Fashionistas, the minute set Trophy wives who haven't married yet Meltdown nears So far from the humdrum No kissing for free Pre-requisites and nominees All dissing for free Street thieves and anomolies Pray for the ancients
Submitted by NecroGod — Jun 07, 2026
The Nihilist became a priest The drag queen hung up her heels "What the hell became of you?" "You deserted everything I assumed you to be" "What the hell are we gonna do?" "Embellish all of the evidence, as soon as can be" The anchorman was the thief The mannequin lived out her dreams "What the hell became of you?" "You pre-empted everything I assumed was true" "What the hell are we gonna do?" "Do away with all the scientists, bachelors and their degrees" We left so many suitors cold We left them searching, while us we're all sold No turning back, no turning back Bury what's inside, bury what's inside We doctored all our tales told Find all deserters, put them to the wall No turning back, no turning back Bury what's inside, bury what's inside
Submitted by NecroGod — Jun 07, 2026
Believe and evolve Smother the fires old Cut through the swathes Persistence don't grow old Exit reverie Time to wise-up, son The ass and the soul Nouveau couplets and cliches The meek shall inherit the earth If I had my way Failures and trans-science No, it's not okay Abandoned hope, floating belly-up Pessimist in me, revel in my own Lament who I am The search, it still goes on Black cloud follows But at least I'm moving on Mass appeal sadness Time to wise up, son The ass and the soul Nouveau couplets and cliches The meek shall inherit the earth If I had my way Failures and trans-science No, it's not okay Abandoned hope, floating belly-up Pessimist in me, revel in my own We ate the soul to be free Left at the sun to be me Safe at the sun can be said We ate the soul now he's dead It's a shame that the sun can't be named Left at the sun to be saved We at the soul to be free Left at the sun to me We ate the soul to be free Left at the sun to be me Safe at the sun can be said We ate the soul now he's dead
Submitted by NecroGod — Jun 07, 2026
Acolytes and the stooges Dancing shadows in the light Marksman missed the target Living fallacy delight You lost to your shadow boxer Burial at sea Ankles thinning - tripping Illustrating a conspiracy
Submitted by NecroGod — Jun 07, 2026