Mongrel

When we meet with good intentions in mind It's like tying your arms to the northbound train When you extend your hand for peace It's like tying your legs to the southbound train You practiced this speech well But your bullshit is stronger than your rotten breath When you hold your hand and Cry apologies, all I can hear Is the train bell ringing "All aboard" The trains begin tugging I love knowing that when you, you kiss your child That my dick filled the same pussy walls it came from I don't, I don't, I don't, I don't agree To dis-dis-dis-disagree I don't, I don't, I don't agree To dis-dis-dis-disagree Smell the dick on the kid Smell the dick on the kid Smell the dick on the kid (on the kid) Smell the dick on the kid (on the kid) Smell the dick on the kid (on the kid) Smell the dick on the kid You pulled me in to feel my touch, I hear your torso giving up I'll never forget the way you hugged, flaps of flesh hanging at The ends of your body, bones and Muscles skipping along the tracks They're falling, part by part What a disgusting mess you are inside The trains pick up speed and are no longer in sight Happy to have company Lying naked with her legs spread open was the last time I saw That much of someone's insides I danced my dance along the tracks I don't, I don't, I don't, I don't agree To dis-dis-dis-disagree I don't, I don't, I don't agree To dis-dis-dis-disagree

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Feb 20, 2026

Remember my face, dirty man? Smack me with a frying pan Maybe this will all come back to you You gave me a fever a long time ago I never got better, remember me yet? This is This is This is where I celebrate my recovery This is where I celebrate my recovery I'll find creative ways to strip your body parts and use them as And use them as weapons of torture, my mother will be proud Maybe you can appreciate this saw created with your nails Use it to cut off your lips and stuff them in your nostrils Empty my bladder into your filthy mouth Gargle my fluid Gargle my fluid Gargle my fluid Gargle my fluid Hum you an old tune Hum you an old tune Dismember your legs Dismember your legs Hum you an old tune Hum you an old tune Hung upside down by your waist I blindfold myself With the skin of your thigh Spin 5 times And use your leg To swing at you Like a piñata You explode The remedy All over me All over me My fever is gone and so are you My fever is gone and so are you My fever is gone and so are you

Submitted by Pestilence — Feb 20, 2026

Their arms frantically Tossed through the air While his hands were Together reciting (reciting a prayer) Together reciting (reciting a prayer) Together reciting (reciting a prayer) Together reciting (reciting a prayer) Jesus, my lord, don't take this good man Just let him finish what you began Stop covering the pavement with his blood Can you hear me? Can you hear me? The cameras start to roll, now everyone can see The cameras start to roll, now everyone can see Now everyone can see Now everyone can see To feed his family caused someone else to be taken away from theirs Its head is now one with the pavement, and it's hiding behind the flares Time for heaven or Or is it back to the shelter? Well Well, lying inside of a Coffin is always Going to be a warm (always, it's always) Temperature Naked and damned, naked and damned The load is trapped and rolled away And rolled away Midnight (midnight) appetite (appetite) Sirens (sirens) silent (silent) Did you know that pedestrians always have the right of way? Their lives came together when they danced in the street It's really unexpected how some people meet One's dying in the street, the other sits in a backseat And another relationship is then complete

Submitted by Pestilence — Feb 20, 2026

There has never ever been a dull moment We can kiss the highest clouds And name them after movie stars Your fingers, they're flower pots And as the cuticles crack The stem comes through You'll never know a poet's eyes Unless you see them for yourself For yourself Hear me now After the truth is found there will be a suicide Hear me now and grant my wishes as sins, not ignorance Endangered now, with pockets full of oil All I have left is a facefucking, homicidal waste of time Take these roads and take them fast My legs (My legs collapse) Collapse (In harmony) With the music (With the) My legs collapse (Music) In harmony (And I) To the music (plummet) Down, down Down, down forever I can write the dialogue to a script about your death I'm walking across 2nd Avenue I'm tripping across Lexington I'm falling down Park Avenue And dying on Broadway I'm walking across 2nd Avenue I'm tripping across Lexington I'm falling down I'm falling down Park Avenue and dying on Broadway We can wish, we can wish, we can... Wish amongst wish, hope against hope We can wish amongst wish, hope against hope We can wish amongst wish, hope against hope You have become A new bloody valentine Over and over again I've watched you killing yourself Hold my hand, let's start the decay One shot, one shot One shot, one shot (One shot in the mouth) You'll never know a poet's eyes unless you see them for yourself (One shot in the mouth) You'll never know a poet's eyes unless you see them for yourself (One shot in the mouth) You'll never know a poet's eyes unless you see them for yourself (One shot in the mouth) You'll never know a poet's eyes unless you see them for yourself

Submitted by Pestilence — Feb 20, 2026

The, the path, the path The path has changed so much over the years The path, the path, the path The path has changed so much over the years No reason to fret Just turn around and walk away The glass of wine and the plate Of overcooked food Burnt too long, burnt too long Paranoid about a fuck-me dress Relishing in memories, twisting like fate It's only a matter of time before this is destroyed It's only a matter of time before this is destroyed The bridges are too low to duck under And the fenced in possibilites Seem too dark to see without candlelight Because years have passed Visions have also Down under, there's a devil And no one notices Above us are clouds That swing and hang down Over a small town Obstruction of vision is nullified By the elevation of the seats Obstruction of vision is nullified By the elevation of the seats An orchestra pit down under like Like Australia that catches fire from a match An orchestra pit down under like Like Australia that catches fire from a match The, the path, the path The path has changed so much over the years The path (Slimy), the path (sticky), the path (leaves) The path has changed so much over the years (Cling like leeches) No reason, no reason to fret Just turn around and walk away The glass of wine and the plate I'll never run away again I'll never run away again I'll never run away again I'll never run away again I'll never run away I missed this

Submitted by Pestilence — Feb 20, 2026

Stand clear of the closing doors Punch in your sleazy dignity It's almost time to eyeball those interns Eight hours of conference calls (One) Eight hours of brown-nosing (One, two) Eight hours of boardrooms (One, two, three) Eight balls of white godliness (One, two, three, four) Put down the pen paperweight pig Insatiable wants and greed Put down the pen paperweight pig Hang your head for what you lead The weekends are the only time I really live The cancer lies within us all The weekends are the only time I really live The cancer lies within us all They can't whisper when they wanna scream They can't work as a team When they wanna be covered in whipped cream When they wanna be covered in whipped cream Kiss your wife, not that intern Kiss your wife, not that intern Corporate world has no u-turn Corporate world has no u-turn If you applied, then Just don't return Business mastercards used for lapdances Money under the table for congressmen For those broken environment regulations Kiss your wife, not that intern Kiss your wife, not that intern Corporate world has no u-turn Corporate world has no u-turn Anything is possible in the corporate world Million dollar compensation for executives While posting billion dollar quarter loses Trapped in a cubicle, I'm throwing, throwing a party A party in my head, it's all meaningless Put down the pen paperweight pig Insatiable wants and greed Put down the pen paperweight pig Hang your head for what you lead (Put down) the pen paperweight pig (Put down) Insatiable wants and greed (Put down) the pen paperweight pig (Put down) Hang your head for what you lead

Submitted by Pestilence — Feb 20, 2026

Take my picture (Take my picture) I want to have proof (I want to have proof) Of this history (Of this history) I want the lake In the back and all this beauty in my heart They like to hide in the marsh Like a child on (Like a child on) A tire swing, they (A tire swing, they) Swoop in on (Swoop in on) An arch to brush the fish home (Dinner is served) To the younger (Dinner is served) The late bloomers lay their eggs (Dinner is served) And they all sway to the music (Dinner is served) Of the brushing weeds I want to conserve (I want to protect) I want to protect (I want to conserve) I want to defend (I want to defend) We have to preserve How can I help, how can I help Before this will end, before this will end? How can I help, how can I help Before this will end, before this will end? The bees need to stay busy (Busy bee) Butterfly wings need to keep the flowers in motion The trail needs to stay warm So you stay away from their home Take my picture (Take my picture) I want to have proof (I want to have proof) Of this history (Of this history) I want the lake You and everyone like you are selfish destroyers And I'll be just as selfish when I don't give you back You and everyone like you are selfish destroyers And I'll be just as selfish when I don't give you back One drill through your heart Three nails to crucify you Two chisels through your eyes Three nails to crucify you I will turn your project to news headlines I will turn your project to news headlines I will turn your project to news headlines

Submitted by Pestilence — Feb 20, 2026

We all thought the same, it was going to be okay Thankful for my clean brain We all thought the same It was going to be okay Scratched my head Felt the dandruff piling up underneath my fingernails Thankful for my clean brain He's just a boy, flying to space in a cardboard box Sleeping on the moon in his dreams Fly your flag forever, don't let anything stop you Cancer doesn't grow and there is no word as suffering Next time you fall asleep, look down on us at earth And realize that it may be better to forever count sheep You're the captain of your ship and star But, for today, you will shine and be impervious to pain We've all admired your bravery, your bravery With boots tied and chin up, we watch you fly away Through stormy weather, hold your ground Keeping your eyes fixed on the prize Keeping your eyes fixed on the prize Through stormy weather, hold your ground Hold your ground This must have been God's mistake And correction by giving you eternal life So young, but in good hands In good hands, the strength of one hundred armies To keep your evils at bay, to keep your evils at bay Just keep walking and keep flying And never give up Just keep walking and keep flying And never give up Never give up

Submitted by Pestilence — Feb 20, 2026

I am, I am, I am, I am I am my own killing moon The hunter and the prey A baptism in dirty water I am my own killing moon The hunter and the prey A baptism in dirty water Escaped from the crucifix But still carry the weight A baptism in dirty water These impure thoughts lead to soulless action These impure thoughts lead to soulless action These impure thoughts lead to soulless action These impure thoughts lead to, lead to And the cycle continues Furthered by the thought of a confused soul A man with no release Cornered by his own thoughts Cornered by his own thoughts Furthered by the thought of a confused soul A man with no release Cornered by his own thoughts Cornered by his own thoughts Furthered by the thought of a confused soul A man with no release Slowing the rotation Slowing the rotation Slowing the rotation Slowing the rotation Slowing the rotation of the cogs and gears Slowing, slowing, slowing the rotation of the cogs and gears Slowing, slowing, slowing, slowing A halting machine, a haunting disease A halting machine, a haunting disease A halting machine, a haunting disease A man with no release, a man with no release A halting machine, a haunting disease A halting machine, a haunting disease A halting machine, a haunting disease A man with no release, a man with no release A man with no release, a man with no release A halting machine, a haunting disease A halting machine, a haunting disease A halting machine, a haunting disease A man with no release, a man with no release A halting machine (A halting machine, a haunting disease) A haunting disease (A halting machine, a haunting disease) A halting machine (A halting machine, a haunting disease) A man with no release (A man with no release, a man with no release) A halting machine (A halting machine, a haunting disease) A haunting disease (A halting machine, a haunting disease) A halting machine (A halting machine, a haunting disease) A man with no release (A man with no release, a man with no release) A halting machine, a haunting disease A halting machine, a haunting disease A halting machine, a haunting disease A man with no release, a man with no release A halting machine, a haunting disease A halting machine, a haunting disease A halting machine, a haunting disease A man with no release, a man with no release

Submitted by Pestilence — Feb 20, 2026

Immersion in the wrong sorts This is my manifesto tingly hands Tingly body Mind sunk deep within An arbitrary conversation Looking and seeing and feeling the wrongs A simplified overcoming of stature and belonging Nevermore, this overcompensated Disillusion of downtime and no time of babbling I will set aside Overcome (Overcome) With suds of porter in hand A mild-mannered genius has come to save me I seem to rise as morning draws near Pushing through fields of tracks (Green and alive) The dew draws close to my Hung down body, feeling alone But in the Comfort of friends If I drew this close to perfection every moment I would be the field and I would be the green A conflict of mind and matter I would live in harmony beside you If I drew this close to perfection every moment I would be the field and I would be the green But never alone

Submitted by Pestilence — Feb 20, 2026