The Violent Sound

You just tell yourself Don't look back now The voices that whisper are just playing tricks on your mind But those little black lines Grow to shadows so tall They swallow you fucking whole What will it be curious creature? Don't stop now You're halfway to heaven What do you mean? Everyone feels a little sick When they're the center of attention Side effects Hang from your neck Where your savior used to swing Across your chest The side effects Took place of the freedom that didn't exist The only way to end the pain is to follow the little black line You just tell yourself Don't look back now The voices that whisper are just playing tricks on your mind But those little black lines Grow to shadows so tall They swallow you fucking whole What will it be curious creature? Don't stop now You're halfway to heaven What do you mean? Everyone feels a little sick As the center of attention You tiptoe Towards the overdose Raise glasses with strangers who act comatose To the shadows That thrive in the limelight Curious creature Can you make it out alive? Side effects Hang from your neck Where your savior used to swing Across your chest The side effects Took place of the freedom that didn't exist The only way to end the pain is to follow the little black line You just tell yourself Don't look back now The voices that whisper are just playing tricks on your mind But those little black lines Grow to shadows so tall They swallow you whole You're halfway to heaven Swallow you whole

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Feb 23, 2026

Sinister undertones at play You take the pill so you can stay all night Poison slowly drips from your lips Crawl back from where you came You avoid the questions Cause you can not handle What I have to say No open discussion It's not what I wanted Love rots into hate To fool me once it's such a shame You try it twice and I will take your fate Hang you up over the flames Squeeze out the poison that you spread It drips from your lips Making everyone sick Instead The poison It drips from your lips Making everyone sick Don't ever show your face You avoid the questions Cause you can not handle What I have to say No open discussion It's not what I wanted Love rots into hate Everything handed All thrown away Backed into a corner By the choices you've made Hang you up over the flames Let you die from the poison you make Goodbye Sinister undertones at play You take the pill so you can stay all night Poison slowly drips from your lips Crawl back from where you came You avoid the questions Cause you can not handle What I have to say No open discussion It's not what I wanted Love rots into hate

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Feb 23, 2026

Where is all the anger for the ones that abuse the cross We let them sink their teeth in And nothing's ever done Where is the protection For the defenseless Trapped in the house of God Perverse icons They summon them We will send them To the angel of righteousness Follow the cross to find the worst of sins No pity, no prayer for the wicked Follow the cross to find the worst of sins No pity, no prayer for the wicked Bloodlust Find them Bloodlust Burn them Where's the fucking outrage? They should be dragged out into the streets and their heads hung for display When for years and years They've created a prison of youth And there's been nothing done Nothing done Nothing fucking done Evil built upon innocent guilt A prison of youth Forever trapped in the house of God Perverse icons They summon them We will send them To the angel of righteousness Follow the cross to find the worst of sins No pity, no prayer for the wicked Follow the cross to find the worst of sins No pity, no prayer for the wicked Bloodlust Find them Bloodlust Burn them No pity No prayers Bloodlust Burn

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Feb 23, 2026

Body after body They never stop turning My home is built upon the bones Of the souls who've crossed over I put them on display for the world to weep Cover their bruises Scars and ruses Paint their faces To show the pain has stopped Feed them to the Earth In its belly they will rot How much land does one man need? Dressed to impress for unknown places No more fighting the hurt you're facing My home is built upon the bones Of the souls who've crossed over Body after body They never stop turning Body after body Find my home See a little bit of myself In each passing one Poets, sinners, saints, abusers Lovers, losers, kings, martyrs How much land does one man need? Six feet from his head to his heels Six feet Dressed to impress for unknown places No more fighting the hurt you're facing I put them on display for the world to weep Cover their bruises Scars and ruses Paint their faces To show the pain has stopped Feed them to the Earth In its belly they will rot How much land does one man need? Six feet from his head to his heels

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Feb 23, 2026

Lost in the violent sound You can circle the Earth And not find one place That the human condition Hasn't poisoned with hate Wide open eyes Ear to the ground Terror amplifies The violent sound Why do I think that we can change this world? How? By raising our voices in tune Hell is here not beneath our feet What type of life will you lead? Lost in the violent sound It breaks me down I'm torn forever We can change the way of the world By raising our voices in tune The never-ending chaos on the TV screen Makes us numb to the evil that continues to breed As every city And every town Gets drowned out By the violent sound Lost in the violent sound It breaks me down I'm torn forever Hell is here not beneath our feet What type of life will you lead?

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Feb 23, 2026

You better get on your knees and beg Because the Anti's back in town I pour gasoline out Then hold a match over your head As your flesh starts to burn Maybe you will listen then I'm not a monster But you can bet I dream about it constantly Slithering in and out of their heads Feasting on them When they least expect I'm not a monster But you can bet I dream about it constantly Hiding in wait under their beds Feasting on them When they least expect You better get on your knees and beg You better You better You better You better get on your knees and beg Because the Anti's back in town You better get on your knees and pray Casanova Of evil motive Is looking for lovers to fry I'm not a monster But you can bet I dream about it constantly Slithering in and out of their heads Feasting on them When they least expect I'm not a monster But you can bet I dream about it constantly Hiding in wait under their beds Feasting on them When they least expect Take my body home My heart's turned to stone Evil I can't fight Save me from the fire

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Feb 23, 2026

Here's the deal I'm just another young man in a fucked up reel by reel So far from perfect, twenty-six, asking... Is this worth it? But how's this sound? Plug it in, turn it up, play it loud, till your eardrums howl Break your fucking neck Put it all on deck Be who you want to be I'm out to get mine Out to get mine Yeah I'm out to get mine Oh hell yes I want to do it all Feel the bass Shake the floor Pure rock and roll Oh hell yes I want to feel it all Feel the bass Shake the floor Fucking rock and roll Too far to turn back now Too far to turn around I'm not coming back I'm out to get mine Yeah I'm out to get mine I'm out to get mine Here's the deal I'm just another young man in a fucked up reel by reel So far from perfect, twenty-six, asking... Is this worth it? But how's this sound? Plug it in, turn it up, play it loud, till your eardrums howl Break your fucking neck Put it all on deck Be who you want to be Oh hell yes I want to do it all Feel the bass Shake the floor Pure rock and roll Oh hell yes I want to feel it all Feel the bass Shake the floor Fucking rock and roll I don't want to be an old bag of bones Who regrets all the things that they've never done No old bag of bones My worst fear To regret all the things I've never done I want to do it all Feel the bass Shake the floor Pure rock and roll

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Feb 23, 2026

Pretty please Never change So damn perfect In the most terrible way Impure intentions Light up your face Not so fast I plan to make you mine Would you feel pain for me? Beg for mercy, pray for more, forever ache for me Would you feel pain for me? Hammer the nails with pride? Beg for mercy, pray for more, forever ache for me Have we bled enough For bare skin to rise Never-ending addiction To this high You're not here for love Or to recreate your dreams I am your master This can set you free Pretty please Put on my face Lock the door Don't let them in this place Head first With no disgrace Not so fast I plan to shoot you down To lift you up To erase the denial Of what you are Then would you still feel pain for me? Hammer the nails with pride? Beg for mercy? Pray for more forever? Hammer the nails Hammer the nails In front of the world I want to see wounded flesh Baptized in dirt You wouldn't sacrifice So you don't deserve shit Prove it to me Quit parading for worth

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Feb 23, 2026

Don't act like a holy spirit's ever been here Don't dare act like a holy spirit's been there for you As you fight Through the dark The questions Start to form How much suffering has to be sold for belief to take hold? Don't act like a holy spirit's ever been here Don't dare act like a holy spirit's been there for you Blind faith Decays To the sky Arms raised How much suffering has to be sold for belief to take hold? No strength in passed down judgement Just extension of pride The one with the concrete convictions Has the most to hide Stone by stone Brick by brick The old mindset will lose its grip A sonic crusade To end the reign Of an ancient jaded set of ways Don't act like a holy spirit's ever been here Don't dare act like a holy spirit's been there for you Don't act like a holy spirit's been there for you Stone by stone Brick by brick The old mindset will lose its grip Blind faith Can't save A soul that is rotted through Blind faith Won't save A person who's lived like you

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Feb 23, 2026

Wilted flowers line the way They dance in the mud and sway in the rain They can sense the earthquake Days before I do I want to be buried In my own Little grave Without any flowers Without any name Same old story New tragic dance Move with my fingertips Always locked in a trance Can't drown my pride or hang my head Hound of hell Evil motherfucker I'd rather keep all my conversation for when I'm dead Lone wolf Evil motherfucker Self hating seeds Planted long before me Have grown to split the center of my being Wise blood Must run through my veins Pumping and swirling Making me sing Wise blood Have no doubt Wise blood Inside and out Wise blood Can't drown my pride or hang my head Hound of hell Evil motherfucker I'd rather keep all my conversation for when I'm dead Lone wolf Evil motherfucker Wilted flowers line the way They dance in the mud and sway in the rain They can sense the earthquake Days before I do I want to be buried In my own Little grave Without any flowers Without any name Same old story New tragic dance Move with my fingertips Always locked in a trance Can't drown my pride or hang my head Hound of hell Evil motherfucker I'd rather keep all my conversation for when I'm dead Lone wolf Evil motherfucker When the sky folds up And then the moon falls down As the seas dry up To reveal hollow ground I'll still be me Wise blood

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Feb 23, 2026

Smile wide All eyes are on you For standing out Among the crowd That surrounds you Kill The modern life Fuck The hate you find Hold The strength inside Kill The modern life Social suicide Welcome to the witch hunt Kill The modern life Fuck The hate you find Hold The strength inside Kill The modern life Smile wide All eyes are on you For standing out Among the crowd That surrounds you Social suicide Welcome to the witch hunt Live and die How you want By your own rules Never compromise

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Feb 23, 2026

Frail fixture Holding a hurricane within Loaded vessel Slowly growing thin Waves radiate from every line wrote Bellow out echoes With last words spoke The fury begins to spin Blocking out the light Pulling me back in The fury begins to spin Blocking out the light Pulling everything in What an undeserving lesson About patterns that are learned How they won't let go Breaking down the doors for any kind of feeling In a place abandoned long ago The transfer of hurt When leaving this Earth It's haunting, I'm falling The glow from the shelter Is my only focus It's calming, It's calling me back Frail fixture Holding a hurricane within Loaded vessel Slowly growing thin Waves radiate from every line wrote Bellow out echoes With last words spoke The fury begins to spin Blocking out the light Pulling me back in The fury begins to spin Blocking out the light Pulling everything in

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Feb 23, 2026