The Acacia Strain
Album • 2004
This is true crime.
Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025
This is chaos theory simplified and stretched out before a jury. No warning has been issued. No compliments have been wholesomely handed out. The time hasn't been used up until it burns. Fear the wounded for they walk the earth stronger. Destroy the loathsome for they only weaken the machine. Running the tightrope until the rope runs out. Run it all into the ground then rebuild. The constructs on the boundaries we've been given are unfair. And mother earth doesn't love you. Our remorse has gone far beyond forgiveness. Until the rope runs out. Run it all into the ground. For when in Rome we shall do as the Romans.
Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 26, 2025
Your number is going to double the pope's age. Your method of losing weight is going to have to change. Chivalry never felt so wrong. Your acting needs work. I suggest wheel of fortune, but check your spelling. Tonight the world will hear your last scream. Pissing blood for a week. Feel it in your kidneys. Blow a load like a shotgun right through the back of your skull. Take that to the bank and cash it. Enjoy your new skin. I'll see you at the bottom of the barrel.
Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 26, 2025
The searchlights have stopped. That means the helicopters have stopped searching for me. And I finally got to see the sky. Bright red with brilliance just like the blood that came shooting out of your eyes. And I finally got to see the sky. If you wont look at me you wont look at anyone. The comparison is astounding. As the grass turned the color of the sky you told me you were wrong. But that's what they all say. On your knees and tell me you cant live without me. Your empty sockets will serve as my love.
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025
(I killed them all)
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 26, 2025
Darwin read what he wrote and it all became so clear. This is evolution, theory, principle, fact. He can't turn the tables on the real. Add is up and it still equals four. Drawn and quartered in the prime of his life. Documentation is useless. A year later gone and forgotten. Nothing makes sense after a year. With no remorse we walked away. The vultures made due with what was left. This is an endless cycle of destruction and reformation. There is no beginning, or end.
Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 26, 2025
She woke up this morning with a bad hangover. Tonight she will be going to bed without her insides. Never cross me. This just in; this is the scene of a crime. Murder victims rarely play their own defence. So you have no chance at winning that. If I can't hear you scream, then no one can. Because I'm right here and my hearing is perfect. I'll say hello to your family in court. And nothing can stop me. And no one can save you There is a reason for my actions. There is a reason I raise my voice. This isn't going to be long term. I'll fuck you, kill you, and leave you.
Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025
This track is instrumental.
The names have been changed to protect the innocent. This is poison. Manufactured for the general well being of the community. You can kill what you can't see. What can't be seen can't possibly exist. Life uninterrupted, undecided, unanticipated. Manufactured for the general well being of the community. You can't kill what you can't see. What can't be seen can't possibly exist. You call this worldwide destruction? I call it a mediocre excuse to force-feed pollution as a problem. Colonize, monopolize, and destroy. Compared to actual existence, this is child's play. Screaming for an answer you're never going to get. This is poison, this is battery life. Lies, lies, lies.
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025
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