The Acacia Strain
EP • 2013
And it's a shame to think that you have no control After all you did After all your battles had been fought Another's name is up alongside yours Grab your girl I spend my life searching out those who have done you harm After is was too late The 13 letters that make up your past will haunt my dreams until the end I will stop at nothing to wipe them out I will stop at nothing to wipe them out Blood does not equal respect and I owe them nothing but the dirt from my shoes I will carry your name to my own grave I will remember you until I breathe my last breath, my last breath with lonely eyes My only regret will be that I will never meet up with you again Disbelief in anything But I would blind myself to know that one day I would see you again I will carry your name to my own grave And each word I speak will be yours This is money for nothing And the talk is cheap This is money for nothing I want to bury them six feet deep This is money for nothing And the talk is cheap This is money for nothing I want to bury them six feet deep
Submitted by Lake of Tears — 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 Corpse Grinder — Nov 10, 2025
The only reason I want to be on top of the world is so I can crush it underfoot At least you can pat yourself on the back We can't destroy fast enough And you've taken away my lungs You were the lesser of two evils Now I'm not sure who's worse You had your day in the sun We can't all protect and serve This is a very convenient truth Deviants in a world of heroic conformity This is a very convenient truth You will never alter the way we live our lives Traded tropical climate for nuclear winter I despise you for including me in your plans And he won himself a god damned prize The blackest clouds can't stop me now You are all guilty We are all pieces of shit We are all wastes of life You'll never amount to anything I'll make damn sure of that Fuck You'll never amount to anything I'll make damn sure of that
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Feb 08, 2026
Don't sleep with your back to me Keep your eyes shut, keep your mouth shut All because you couldn't keep your legs shut I broke it off while she choked to death She screamed my name with her final breath Bring me her head on a silver plate I don't need real friends I don't need true love There are no real friends There are no true loves I don't break promises I don't break hearts I'm busy breaking backs Get the fuck over yourself I have brought this thing for revenge Get the fuck over yourself I have brought this thing for revenge I don't need real friends I don't need true love There are no real friends There are no true loves I am the heartless monster And I'll burn your fucking house to the ground I will bury you alive And tear your fucking soul apart Apart
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Feb 08, 2026
I can't take your fucking faces Cut one head off, two grow in its place The laughter is not worth Walking garbage all over the Earth Now you're a Christian Now she's a beauty queen I hope you die together Your lives are jokes to me You are not a hero (Hero) You are not a martyr If I believed in God (If I believed in God) I would call you the antichrist You are not a hero (Hero) You are not a martyr Oh The hills have eyes Your life is a lie The hills have eyes, your life is a lie The world will celebrate Your fall from grace Half the world wants to Spit in your face The world will celebrate Your fall from grace Half the world wants to Spit in your face You're not a ten You're a five plus twenty grand Paris fucking Hilton wants you dead Enough said Now you're a Christian Now she's a beauty queen I hope you die together Your lives are jokes to me The hills have eyes Your life is a lie The hills have eyes Your life is a lie Oh The hills have eyes Your life is a lie
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Feb 08, 2026
i propose a toast to the 21st century. i can't close my eyes at night. awareness is inevitable. destruction is not preventable. bastardization of human life. modernization of efficient life. cutting the corners, cut the cord. there are no mourners, they cannot mourn. bloodthirsty, unfeeling. outgunned, outmanned. situation has far exceeded critical. our fate was sealed when they flipped the fucking switch. we are all beyond the point of no return. the foreground and background have merged.
Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Nov 10, 2025
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