Digital Veil

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Careless, to try to think that we've progressed And the consequence of walking quietly We only know, what we've been told Self's exposed And overloaded And overloaded And overloaded These monuments built by thieves These monuments built by thieves Keep us contained Polished they stand and guide us I found a four leaf clover Hidden within Buried beneath my fears And we fall, kneeling Begging for scraps Hands and arms stretched out We reach for what we're given So privileged I'd imagine it could be the fall of man The fall of man We come from control A paradigm that leads us through the valley Into the mouths of wolves We are being eaten alive And we fall, kneeling Begging for what? Hands and arms stretched out We reach for what we're given So privileged I'd imagine it could be the fall of man The tailor's shop has closed And we don't dress for miracles anymore The tailor's shop has closed And we don't dress for miracles anymore Oh, how we believe in All the monuments built by thieves...

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025

Pull me From the gallows Pull me From the gallows Of this fiber Optic nation I cannot compute why Why we celebrate this mediocrity Just let me download my My latest update right now Just give me access to To my latest opinion Now, now, give it now, now Unplug me from this fantasy My eyes have seen the sun Have we all become voyeurs Covered by this digital veil Direct my mind Just keep me occupied Don't let me find Something that's worth my time Direct my mind We like to think that we That we are more connected But the truth is that we've Never been more divided It's just too awkward I need my digital veil Unplug me from this fantasy My eyes have seen the sun Have we all become voyeurs Covered by this digital veil Direct my mind Just keep me occupied Don't let me find Something that's worth my time Blow the lid off your hard drive And even if I can't comprehend My place in this world Pull me From the gallows Pull me From the gallows Pull me From the gallows Of this fiber Optic nation Pull me From the gallows Of this fiber Optic nation

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 26, 2025

Get me off whatever you're on I'm just trying to be yourself Self's aware but barely Fight for my two cents And commit to my dream's existence I'll only ever know myself Carry this on to the ones that lost their way I'm right beside you Every time you need a hand, there I'll be I'm right beside you now Un-notice me Your observation is deadly Defiling all that is in me You tried to choke out my process But ended up taking damage The cycle never ends You're kicking and screaming my name Spinning into oblivion Breathe in your hot air For some reason its not uplifting It's dense just like your point of view You gotta Get Me Off Whatever you're on Carry this on to the ones that lost their way I'm right beside you Every time you need a hand there I'll be I'm right beside you now Let me go away I know that you won't stay Please forgive me I didn't know I've got my finger on the pulse Please forgive me I didn't know I've got my finger on the pulse now Please forgive me I didn't know I've got my finger on the pulse now You said goodbye, so long I'll see you when it's over I know what you, what you are thinking How could he take apart my safety I know what you, what you are thinking How could he take apart my safety We're not the ones We're not the ones keeping you down We're not the ones keeping you down Carry this on to the ones that lost their way I'm right beside you Every time you need a hand there I'll be I'm right beside you now

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 26, 2025

We fell asleep in arms that fondled our teeth And sold them off to thieves Now we sell ourselves around Only time will tell if stories like these will share the same fate Regiments of disconnects emerge in a moronic gentleman's war With their eyes, their eyes Blindfolded they rise The battlefields are colored with the ignominy stained creed With their eyes Their eyes blindfolded They rise into this world Kneeling and trembling before him We fell asleep in arms that fondled our teeth And sold them off to thieves Now we sell ourselves around Waiting on knowledge Fed to us with a plastic spoon Consuming the scraps, of the misquoted and deceased With every word spoken today Make what you will and understand A typical feud nurtured, over many moons passed Regiments of disconnects emerge in a moronic gentleman's war With their eyes, their eyes Blindfolded they rise The battlefields are colored with the ignominy stained creed With their eyes Their eyes blindfolded They rise into this world Beyond the drought-worn hillside A figure appears as the cumulus over us darkens We look up to face our fears And by the rise of his all powerful hand, he sets vengeance and proclaims: "Follow me or be crushed to the depths of weak mannered simpletons You have nowhere to hide, bow before me." The regiment's morale dwindles As they stare at me I yell: "As we perish may our blood that spills Be not taken in vain, giving us eternal continuance." And as he slaughtered them all one by one I watched from a distance Waiting for the chance to raise my hand "No more, will I be under your manipulation." I thrust forward With my perceptive glaive Gathering all my strength Thou shalt now disappear Bruised and beaten Severed head in hand The archetype has failed We'll never forget We fell asleep in arms that fondled our teeth And sold them off to thieves Now we sell ourselves around Waiting on knowledge Fed to us with a plastic spoon With a plastic spoon Regiments of disconnects With their eyes, their eyes blindfolded they rise Battlefields colored with creeds Their eyes, their eyes blindfolded They rise into this world

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 26, 2025

It feels like It feels like I'm on fire I'm on a roll Im'a take this one home when I let go and it's not gonna stop till it's done I'm dedicated to the decimation Blast off into consciousness, time to leave the world behind Brainstorm Lost out at sea Life is nothing but a dream I stand before you from the outside looking in A quick chance to get back to basics Discipline weighs ounces but regret weighs tons Mentally, I'm moving mountains I'm taking off, the grind is killing me I'm spread so thin I'm anorexic I'm taking off, the grind is killing me I'm spread so thin I'm anorexic Blast off into consciousness, time to leave the world behind Reach out, reach out Discipline weighs ounces but regret weighs tons Mentally I've just grown as tall as your God It feels like It feels like I'm on fire I'm taking off, the grind is killing me I'm spread so thin I'm anorexic I'm taking off, the grind is killing me I'm spread so thin I'm anorexic

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025

Most of the men here will die but we are all the ones The constellations will guide through the night while you sleep So we will leave as a fleet, but return like the martyrs of the sea and the spheres, up above, all of us I've walked down the road just to find that I'm alone The flagship stands but the rest have been burned I've carried the weight at a nation's demands Now, Mother, will you guide us home Few of the men here survived but we are all the ones The heavens will guide through the night while you sleep We have been in the womb of this vessel so long The thought of coming home is gone I'll think of you while you dream The squall has passed but I'm still not safe I've walked down the road just to find that I'm alone The flagship stands but the rest have been burned Have been burned I've walked down this road just to find we're not alone The flagship stands but the rest have been burned I've carried the weight of a nation's demands Now, Mother, will you guide us home

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 26, 2025

I am walking a line between The profound and banal Losing my faith But now why is it so cold at night Whenever I'm alone The child is gone So I've been told In every bet there is a fool and a thief Now walk Follow the pattern That leads us through our lives Now that it shows I can see the cynic I've become I'm a sick man, I'm a wicked man I am walking a line between The profound and banal Losing my faith But now why is it so cold at night Whenever I'm alone And thieves wear crowns I'm a sick man, I'm a wicked man And in every bet there's a fool and a thief We're all lost In these patterns I'm a sick man I'm a wicked man We're all lost What's the point of these patterns? We're all lost What's the point of these patterns?

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 26, 2025