Get Dead or Die Trying
When it all comes crashing down there’s Nothing but a nosebleed Another ugly night, another lost fight Another time I’m scared I’ll lose my sight Filled with foreboding senses of dread About tomorrow feeling like pure death Frittering my existence on senseless schemes Reaching toward unattainable dreams A sense of unity and false self-worth Before we come crashing back down to Earth We’re gonna change the state of this land, We’re gonna form a million bands, But all we got to show for ourselves is Nothing but a nosebleed We’re gonna turn all the wrongs to rights We’ll make this place a paradise But when it all comes crashing down there’s Nothing but a nosebleed How can I sit here talking crap, With this seedy and rather sordid chap!? I just met the guy but he’s my best mate, And it all comes down to the sorry state That we’ve got ourselves into again, Free gifts from a stranger, fuck our friends. For now we’ll talk of elaborate schemes Gibberish trite and mere pipe dreams We’re gonna change the state of this land, We’re gonna form a million bands, But all we got to show for ourselves is Nothing but a nosebleed We’re gonna turn all the wrongs to rights We’ll make this place a paradise But when it all comes crashing down there’s Nothing but a nosebleed
Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 25, 2025
Woke up naked in the park No recollection of where I go after dark But when the moon is full I change my form Bringing chaos and terror, whipping up a storm Hurling abuse at passers by They freeze with fear by my very sight I’m Dr. Jekyll, I’m Mr. Hyde I wet myself like an infant child I am The Howling I am The Howling I am The Howling I’m fucking howling Indiscriminate of friend and stranger My frenzied rage brings hellish danger They tried to curb my wretched soul They locked me up, issued an ASBO But I’m the monster that can’t be tamed An untamed beast with no restraint A booze-fuelled demon rising after dark Who wakes up naked in Hyde Park I am The Howling I am The Howling I am The Howling I’m fucking howling Caged for hours like a rabid dog empowered Awoken from my slumber, I’m just a name and number
Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 25, 2025
Here we are again Only this time we got something to say Crawling back under our rock to survive Facing the reality of a constant fight It’s a return to insolence Another victory for common sense Blind to these values being forced down our throats Disillusioned minds in an empty world It’s a return to insolence Another victory for common sense Turning our backs on a world of disgust Psychotic reactions and a life of distrust As the righteous repent A dying nation still digs it’s own grave All around panic fills the air Mass hysteria, total despair Preparing for the next life A feeble glimmer of hope in their eyes Crying out to an uncaring force While we prepare ourselves For what we’ve known all along
Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 25, 2025
I sit and stare Haven’t got a prayer Anticipating a future filled with despair Deep underground Amongst the crowd A hateful venom of which I am proud Kissing you with my fists Spurred on by these sounds Composure found By these restraints no longer am I bound Like those before Also implored To eradicate those that they too abhor Kissing you with my fists This urge to fight within me starts to spread Subliminal messages infect my head Songs of Weeping and The Hamburger Lady And Myra Hindley and Ian Brady Throbbing Gristle will make me assault mankind An audio weapon, a hate intensified It’s them To blame Not me Kissing you with my fists Amongst the crowd On London’s Underground Listening still, I sit and stare them out Pulling to my stop This is where I get off Leaving behind my fantasy of those who get the chop Kissing you with my fists
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 25, 2025
Stripped and deluded, a pitiful site Wind cuts the flesh beginning our flight Yearned immortality the world hurtles by Braving the elements reaching the sky Shapeless voids, givers of light A time once enjoyed the world hurtles by With the audacity to mourn this untimely death Broken and ruined, I’m the Angel Of Meth Breathing a strain with this weight on my chest Can stifle a gasp or a murmur at best The Devil’s inside me so won’t fall to my death I’m the king of the world I’m the Angel Of Meth Pillager of the soul, the killer of light A desperation that brings exquisite delight The chances of falling are slim if not slight Riding up high trying to recreate flight As the fear sets in I can see what’s going on Naked and riding a tour bus – I’m gone! Crashing through the skylight I land of my head A battered up fool I’m the Angel Of Meth Breathing’s a strain with this weight on my chest Can stifle a gasp or a murmur at best The Devil’s inside me so won’t fall to my death I’m the king of the world I’m the Angel Of Meth Suddenly it hits me, the god-awful truth What the fuck was I doing up on the roof!!!? I could’ve slipped and fallen to a premature death No real loss to music (The Angel Of Meth!?) A naked ripped up body strewn down the road Unrecognisable features with insides exposed Piecing me together would be no easy feat For the officers and coroners who arrive on the scene I suppose I was lucky landing on my head With superficial bruising, not a broken neck But I couldn’t nod my head or stamp my feet without shooting pains The last time I indulge in these moronic games I’m the Angel Of Meth
Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 25, 2025
This track is instrumental.
We form the Body Tree Extrinsic visions Plasmic forms pulsating Opaline entities who’s presence is elating We form the Body Tree Transcending this domain Consensus is attained A spirit birthed within Realization begins Distorted limbs entwine A figure so divine The most supreme cadaver All merged as bubbling magma
Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 25, 2025
Disposed and cast aside I’m out on the street No shirt on my back, No shoes on my feet I’m not the victim I’m the one that’s to blame Never repented or tried to change This is the life I’ve chosen, it’s who I am A muttering imbecile with a spliff and a can As I bring up black matter, they look on repulsed Spilling my cider as my body convulses 20 Bensons and a bottle of White Lightning I’m gonna get dead or I’m gonna die trying No will to stop or intention of abstaining A drink of this quality for me’s life sustaining Pure golden nectar trickling over my tongue Filthy grey smoke coats my tumour filled lungs Drenched in my own sick, blood, shit and piss Shivering in terror I await the next hit As I bring up black matter, they look on repulsed Spilling my cider as my body convulses 20 Bensons and a bottle of White Lightning I’m gonna get dead or I’m gonna die trying For emetic substances I crave and I hunger But I’m beaten to a pulp, left to rot in the gutter 20 Bensons and a bottle of White Lightning I’m gonna get dead or I’m gonna die trying
Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 25, 2025
Feels like a party in my mouth and everybody’s being sick Feels like a party in my mouth Basking Whilst gagging The human waste I’m lapping It’s flavour I savour In putrid juice I’m drowning Choking And splurting Can’t keep it down it’s hurting Offending My pallet No longer can I manage The suppression and suspension of my normal physical traits Sees my wilful intoxication and renewed mental state Raising my head higher to receive my gifts forthright Ingesting transmitted fluids to my peers’ intense delight It’s like a party in my mouth A party in my mouth A party in my mouth It’s like a party in my mouth and everybody’s being sick
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 25, 2025
A drug-induced haze, I stagger through the smoke Out of my nut on pills and coke Taking in the sights, the smells, the sounds Of dirty old London Town A twisted beauty, we walk amongst flies Met with disgust and accusing eyes Windows to a barren soul I’m out of cash and I’m on the dole Missing links of broken chains Statistics wrapped in flesh Forbidden pleasures when alive Are worshipped here in death To feel it is to need it, is to taste what lies within A bag of nerves, a broken man, a total waste of skin Fear and loathing in London town Fear and loathing in London town Fear and loathing in London town Fear and loathing in London town Lurid colours and exquisite sounds are all since long forgotten What once was beauty turns to pain, an ecstasy gone rotten Reality and phobia returns with startling swiftness Introducing to the stomach emptiness and sickness
Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 25, 2025
This track is instrumental.