Failure//Control

I'm all alone and I can't explain this feeling And I'm stuck with these people I fucking hate I don't wanna sleep, I don't wanna dream I don't wanna think, I don't wanna breathe I just want to feel the pleasure of the kill Dishonor, treachery Malice and thievery What Give it up Violence

Submitted by Pestilence — Feb 22, 2026

What makes you so much better than me? Constantly judged for what I've grown to be You find a reason to stand on your own feet and turned yourself to a fucking black sheep I really cannot believe it No rhyme or reason, no method to fight this Identity crisis Get a grip, living so lifeless Wake the fuck up This is not the, the American dream I try my best to cut the bullshit out of my life and all you do is push me farther and farther down What will you do when you're left out to dry? Standing above you, I'll make sure you know Why I can't take this shit anymore I'm so sick of it Rah Underneath your calm exposure is a pitiless fuck just waiting and begging for attention You know you're full of shit and don't fucking forget it There is no heaven above, you're not a victim of fate And every day's a new step closer to a foot in the grave No hell beneath your feet, you just end up in the dirt With no purpose, but to end up six feet deep in the earth Human nature, no complexity Forget about it; your time is up Heart of stone, cold to the touch This is not the American dream This is not the American dream This is not the American dream This is not the American dream One more step forward and two steps back Three chances you threw away Now you won't get them back Fuck it all No remorse Just let yourself go Let your shitty life take course Fuck it all I fucking hate this nonsense Waste of life You'll find your consequence I don't understand who you think you are, but you aren't shit to me You don't hold a place in anyone's heart How many years? How many years did you waste looking for false friends and material possessions? Goddamn it, no point in my confessing What the fuck? Feed your bones to the wolves of these social norms Drain your blood in the pool of society Peel back your skin calloused by the American dream You spent your whole life pretending You don't know the difference

Submitted by Pestilence — Feb 22, 2026

No idols Yeah It's all a lie, everything they ever told you There's a hand behind the curtain pulling the strings for your every move What is this crushing weight of constant debt? A thousand pounds off my back Still leaves a thousand more Live for yourself Don't let them get your best Don't you dare make my life Feel like a fucking test Don't push me, I'm made of stone No, don't you fucking push me I will break all of your bones with every ounce of strength I have Go! There are no idols There are no gods There are no masters There's only right from wrong There are no idols There are no gods You have no purpose There is only right from wrong

Submitted by Pestilence — Feb 22, 2026

Oh! I'm not afraid to die when I feel like this I'm a wolf in sheep's clothing and I've come to collect What would you even know about loss? So heavy is the crown, just enough to pull you down This world's a fucking sickness You're drowning trying to cope with this modern existence Has all your luck run dry? Am I the thorn in your side? You failed me over and over again (Over and over again) You must be crazy if you think I'd let you win Cut yourself short (Cut yourself open) Cut yourself out of the picture I don't want to waste my time (My time) 'Cause there's not much left I'm not afraid to die when I feel like this I'm a wolf in sheep's clothing and I've come to collect What would you even know about loss? So heavy is the crown, just enough to pull you down Shit! For every time I killed your ghost I prove to myself you're what I hated the most My demons are gone, I'm dead to the world My entire life was a waste, why did I even try?

Submitted by Pestilence — Feb 22, 2026

I'm stuck in this rut again I really dug myself deep this time I can't escape these holes in my hands Do it Soul crushing There's a target on my back And life is the firing squad Content with a shot to the head No repentance for what I've done Ugh! All of my sins have come back to haunt me No fear of death The hollow point has become my master Wasting time is getting old Six feet, that's all I need Six feet to separate you from me What I want And what I deserve The things I've said The things that were heard Can you feel your hands? I've lost my sense of touch Can you feel your hands? I've lost my touch Silence is fucking golden I won't settle for less God above, please speak to me I can't fight back again Rah! Stigmata This is the holy war Death to all who fail Stigmata This is the holy war Death to all who fail

Submitted by Pestilence — Feb 22, 2026