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My life is proof purgatory is real Pain is my brother Temptation my sister Married to Misery against my will I tear open my chest Let water collect Roots grow Crack bones Fertile steps is my best bet to turn it all around Relapse Collapse Relinquish Rebuild A slip of the tongue and it falls right out Drags along the concrete Red carpet to Hell on Earth As the streets burn On this Saturday night Boiling over with anger I scream Honesty is honesty the foundation of respect But none of you would know a thing about that Integrity's exactly what you lack We're not friends We never were We're worlds apart in how we act The hand I've been dealt I will play to the best of my ability No one can bluff me into giving up Can't stare me down Won't ever phase me out When I know all the tricks of the trade Always one step ahead of the game Because I am a repeat offender of the worst decisions in the world Can't believe all the things they said would happen have And I should know by now That nothing good ever happens after midnight Fertile steps The hand I've been dealt I will play to the best of my ability No one can bluff me into giving up Can't stare me down Won't ever phase me out When I know all the tricks of the trade Always one step ahead of the game Because I am a repeat offender of the worst decisions in the world Can't believe all the things they said would happen have And I should know by now That nothing good ever happens after midnight I will take back what they took from me

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Feb 23, 2026

Why are my perceptions playing tricks? How can I release myself from this false awakening? Look and inspect Everything's out of whack I need to reset Take a second and breathe Recover my wits and get to the bottom of this My heart attacks and caves in on itself Think I'm losing what soundness I had left Now I'm awake, but then realize it's fake Oh no! Paralyzed with fear What if none of it's real? The question thrives Burnt bright on the back of my eyelids Awake or asleep What if none of it's real? Why are my perceptions playing tricks? How can I release myself from this false awakening? Why are my perceptions playing tricks? How can I release myself from this? Will I ever wake up?

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Feb 23, 2026

This is where the bodies collect Manifest, then disappear without a trace Led astray by what they seek Unsatisfied, dissipate their present state Forever exchanging lines in your head Will only pull you under We all have future resting places and we are all former strangers Just worry about the now and you'll be further than you've ever been If seeing is believing Life seems to have meaning But I'm not convinced I'm not so sure I'm not convinced If seeing is believing Life seems to have meaning But I'm not convinced I'm not so sure I'm not so sure This is where the bodies collect Manifest, then disappear without a trace Led astray by what they seek Unsatisfied, dissipate their present state Eliminate the chains of thoughts That restrain you from moving forward We all have future resting places and we are all former strangers Agonizing over what's to come Will never work in your favor If seeing is believing Life seems to have meaning But I'm not convinced I'm not so sure I'm not convinced If seeing is believing Life seems to have meaning But I'm not convinced I'm not so sure I'm not so sure Forever exchanging lines in your head Will only pull you under Break the cycle now A dime a dozen Everywhere you look these days All painting pictures Worth not even a single word Wasted time with wasteful minds Always agonizing over what's to come

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Feb 23, 2026

Numbskull! Out of sight, out of mind But what if it's all in my head? At this point, I'm open to any suggestions That might keep my life from being consumed Grit my teeth, close my eyes And then I bury my face in my hands But I can't help peering through the cracks of my fingers To see what's staring back at me Every time it's the same damn thing I feel the panic shoot through my veins Every time it's the same damn thing I feel the panic shoot through my veins All around, I search for any escape As the frenzy blows up my brain Overwhelmed Irrationality keeps attacking me This bed has become a casket And my fears keep asking to tuck me in tonight Cold seals it away Reaching for the outside Fog up the glass with a breath Write a plea on the window pane Can anything help me? Help me Out of sight, out of mind But what if it's all in my head? At this point, I'm open to any suggestions That might keep my life from being consumed Grit my teeth, close my eyes And then I bury my face in my hands But I can't help peering through the cracks of my fingers To see what's staring back at me Every time it's the same damn thing I feel the panic shoot through my veins All around, I search for any escape As the frenzy blows up my brain It is what it is I am who I am It is what it is I am who I am The room is always whispering Endlessly working to lock me in Numbskull I accept my fate Numbskull I accept my fate

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Feb 23, 2026

"This is Darkness I have returned Do you remember the last time we spoke?" "Any last words?" "Yes, I have some You'll never rid of me We are one." I'm the beginning You are my end Rotting the bone Under your skin One without the other Can never work This is eternity You are my host You tried to kill me Burn us both alive But without you Death wouldn't take me And now true pain will come alive Everything echoes Nowhere to hide This can't be happening I destroyed this side Try to fight it With all my might Close to surrender Something catches my eye The spider drops down as I lay in the bed "Just the person I needed to see," I said Every night the ceiling stares back at my face So my eyes wander to the edge You're always in the corner, consumed by your web And the same question always spins in my head "What's it like living in the darkest corners of the room?" And he said "the darkest corners of life only exist in your mind" You won't win, you can't win, I won't let you You won't win, you can't win, I won't let you This is my choice This is my life We will soon burn Our lives will end Body destroyed The Light will win "This is Darkness I have returned Do you remember the last time we spoke?" "Any last words?" "Yes, I have some You'll never rid of me We are one."

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Feb 23, 2026

Morality has fled Chased out into the streets Persecution of the one thing we need It's time to face the facts, not turn our backs for once Turning a blind eye is only living a lie It's time to face the facts, not turn our backs for once Turning a blind eye is only living a lie " always there will be the intoxication of power. Always, at every moment, there will be the thrill of victory, the sensation of trampling on an enemy who is helpless. If you want a picture of the future, imagine a boot stamping on a human face – for ever. The moral to be drawn from this dangerous nightmare situation is a simple one: don't let it happen. It depends on you." Asphyxiated, contemplating of how so many Take so much they have for granted Have I been forgotten? Have I been cast out for good? Thrown down into the gutter Left abandoned to be washed under Respect is earned, always expected in return But these days it never seems to be delivered Morality Do you remember me? I am Morality Do you remember me? Morality has fled Chased out into the streets Persecution of the one thing we need It's time to face the facts not turn our backs for once Turning a blind eye is only living a lie

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Feb 23, 2026

Give me a sign Tell me I've crossed the line Pushing 95 In my old man's ride Windows down The wind's whipping through I got nowhere to go I got nothing to do The problems just don't matter Or the troubles hanging over my head When I let it run wide open All the pressure lifts off my chest Favorite band blasted to the max Drumming along on the steering wheel Singing my heart out like I wrote it and I'm still driving like I stole it The gas pedal graces the floor The engine comes alive under the hood Roaring and snapping at the lines that cage it in Hungry for more it races ahead Who says there's a difference between speed and power Knuckles white Gripping the wheel Going 100 miles an hour What's going on with my mind? Want to pass on the double line Am I reckless? Am I wrong? Am I going too far? Haste makes waste The problems just don't matter Or the troubles hanging over my head When I let it run wide open All the pressure lifts off my chest And I actually feel alive Oh, I actually feel alive Oh, I actually feel alive I actually feel alive

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Feb 23, 2026

I'm beginning to think that my mind and soul are polar opposites Where did it all go wrong? Things are so far gone How do I still exist? Nailed dead fast to the wall Crucified by every thought Repeat Over and over Make sure it's all perfect and in place Bite my knuckles Crack my fingers Dwelling on events that will never occur Slave to myself A hazard to my health Slave to myself A hazard to my health Obsessive compulsive suffering Where did it all go wrong? Things are so far gone How do I still exist? All I do is count Use the same sayings that help calm me down Check the door what seems like a hundred times Only to walk back It's just people don't understand Think I'm a freak, crazy for how I am Making remarks like it's their job Always talking in my ear They say "you need to fix this You need to focus on that Take these meds Stop acting like that." Well, the ten step program didn't work worth shit Now what am I supposed to do? Where did it all go wrong? Things are so far gone Where did it all go wrong? Things are so far gone How do I still exist? How do I still exist? Nailed dead fast to the wall Crucified by every thought Where did it all go wrong? Things are so far gone Nailed dead fast to the wall Crucified by every thought

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Feb 23, 2026

All I see are skeletons of what could have been The conversation comes to a standstill You still wonder why In one ear and out the other every time You still wonder why The room begins to fill with guests Delusions of romance diluted by nonsense Licking their lips in suspense Waiting on the rest of their lives Lust is all that is left The gold and white seams Soft skin and soft eyes The gold and white seams Hunger with regrets and sin But ascension has begun Wrung out by the hands of a familiar feel I need someone that will do more than listen Help me face the things I can't by myself I'm the first to show up every time and always the last to leave Drifting off with no warning You still wonder why Staring out at nothing You still wonder why The party's over Don't even try asking why Everyone needs to leave Don't even try asking why All I see are skeletons All I see are skeletons All I see are skeletons All I see are skeletons of what could have been All I see are skeletons All I see are skeletons And I find myself alone like I always do Looking for love in the wrong places will do that to you Looking for comfort from things that are as empty as yourself Will do that to you again and again I need someone that will do more than listen Help me face the things I can't by myself I'm the first one to show up every time and always the last to leave

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Feb 23, 2026

Ego death Birth of the new Things have changed For the better and the worse Self-aware Self-denied All the struggle It wears and tears Close one door Another opens Lost in more than just translation Out of body Isolation Lucidity Blinding All working together in perfect tune Talking in circles Empty No purpose Listless Lost completely Ego death Birth of the new

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Feb 23, 2026