Life That Kills

Despotism of power, ideology's dictate, Triumph of the suffering, violence and hate, Freedoms are abolished, objection's an offence, The only way to stay alive's implict obedience. CHORUS: Hate, violence, opprecion, despair, misery, depression, Suspiciousness, dismay, personality's decay, You're obedient faithful slave. You persecute your father, your neighbour you defame, In the hunt on public enemies hound is your name, Your tyrant is your prophet, his power is your pride, You suffocate, deteriorate, hate him deep inside. CHORUS. Oh so paltry thy look in the faceless crowd, Thy protest, desperate cry dare not say aloud, Faithful beast, deaf and blind, faceless without me, Doomed to live and to die in thy slavery...

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 25, 2025

The voices of riots, overflowed with hate, Returning to life tell the truth, The tongues of indictment, Nailed to history's gate, Revenge for inflicted abuse. The mutinous souls, once refused to submit, Find peace and release, And cut off throats of the prophets accrete, Appealing to progenies. CHORUS: Marching on the verge of extinction, Marching on the arms of revolt. The heroes of the senseless massacres Get to the dump of time, And the masters of the human circus Encourage another crime. Through the centuries of the affliction and pain Rises rage breaking chains on its way, And the crucified dream, reviving again, Calls fevered minds to tray. CHORUS.

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 25, 2025

With dismay you meet the rising dawn, Tired of the endless roam, You've lost your way and there is no return To the place you long ago called home. With a burnt out soul and broken will, After years of pain you've suffered through, With every freedom-loving breath they'd kill, There's nothing left of the real you CHORUS: Blind to your pain, deaf to all the words you say, Never even cared to take you as you are, Crippling your life, treated you like nasty stray, Refused to be their slave, you're labeled pariah. Life has past, and all is gone, And bleeding mind no longer cares, And only labeled heart and crown of thorns Still bring you back in your nightmares... CHORUS: Living in the hell they proudly call society, Burning with the hate they've sown in your heart, Trying to retain your life grain of sanity, Which let you be yourself which stamps you pariah. I've got no heart, I've got no thoughts, I've got no face, I suffocate, I can't tear out from your embrace, And day by day, through all my life I obey your will, I'm just the one among the crowd you slowly kill. CHORUS.

Mon Dieu, dis-moi, comment dois-je exister? Mon Dieu, dis-moi, comment fuir les péchés? Mon Dieu, dis-moi, puis-je surmonter le monde Qui naît, qui meurt et ne que hurle et gronde? Réponds, mon Dieu, comment y dois je périr Pour toutes les fois ne pas mourir?.. Mon Dieu, dis-moi, comment sauve-t-on sa chair? Mon Dieu, dis-moi, comment faire la prière? Mon Dieu, dis-moi, puis-je exhumer sa peur Qui me fera renaitre en candeur? Réponds, mon Dieu, ne suis-je pas si exécrable Pour que je te change contre le Diable?

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 25, 2025

Master's the one who pays, I'm the thing that imposes his sight, His lie I turn to truth — bribes are always right. Inconstancy I maintain, perjury, flattery are admired, Just like a venal maid I'm despised, but still I'm desired. CHORUS: I'm your way to the power, moral decease, I'm the invisible mower of destinies. You're rich, will it be long? No one insured in that vicious play, And slab you stand upon may as well crash you someday. Masters — I overlive them all now exalt — tomorrow abuse, One thing's unchangeable I rule, you only loose. Master's the one who pays, I'm the thing that imposes his rave, Play this dirty game where I am master and you are my slave. CHORUS.

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 25, 2025

Don't ask me I'll tell you no truth, locked the door of my mind, Don't call me I'm too deaf to hear and my feelings too blind, Don't plant the seeds of your love, now my soul is dead land, I am gone on my ruins of past in the kingdom of sand. CHORUS: Desperate play with dying me Passionate play of misery. I'm the book with the pages torn out, I'm a worn out dress, You will never slake your heart's thirst in my sea of distress, Never more the tune of my life will resound in the air, Run away and leave me alone on my road of despair. CHORUS.

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 25, 2025

Hypocrite, Public cheat, The one for seat, Votes' hunter. Nose to the wind I please them all, stay afloat. I'm your friend until you fall — your defeat's my gloat. Ignore the moral and betray the vows you made, Fair is the faul play if makes the grade. CHORUS: Lie is every word you say, Lie — your guide on vile way, Lie — success of your career, Lie, so barefaced so clear. Rancour's while, The endless guile, Bloody style, Brawl for power. Vote for me, trust my lie blind defender, I'll send your sons on war to die for my grandeur. Sow dissension in the nation, despondency, Make you hunger in privation, misery. CHORUS. Raped the trust, Eyes in dust, Time of lust, Liars' elections. Choice is made, you vote for lie, exaltation, See you proudly glority his domination, Cheated by his scurvy show, weak-willed fool, Bow bondservant to your fee, be proud he rules. CHORUS.

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 25, 2025

Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven. Blessed are the gentle, for they shall inherit the earth. Blessed are the merciful, for they shall receive mercy. Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness, For they shall be satisfied. Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall comforted. Blessed are the pure in heart, for they shall see God. Blessed are you when men cast insults at you and persecute you And say all kinds of evil against you falsely on account of Me. But woe to you who are rich, For you are receiving your comfort in full. Woe to you who are well fed now, for you shall be hungry. Woe to you who laugh now, for you shall mourn and weep. Woe to you when all men speak well of you, For in the same way their fathers used to treat the false prophets.

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 25, 2025

The flashes of the dawn I see, new day's arising but not for me, I'll look no longer at the blazing vault of heaven. Now everything's gone and this is the end, To put the point won't flinch the hand, My time has come and soon I'll leave forever... Maintenant que je vois les reflets de l'aurore D'un jour qui va naître, pas plus pour mon coeur. Je regarderai, pas longtemps, cette voûte de l'Amour... Toute chose disparue, c'est la fin qui en suit, Un gros point final est bien déjà mis, Mon temps expiré, et jo dois m en aller pour toujours. ...and it was the third hour when they crucified him. And the inscription of charge against him read: The King of the Jews. And those who passing by were hurling abuse at him, wagging their heads and saying, “You who are going to destroy the temple and rebuild it in three days, save yourself and come down from the cross.”

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 25, 2025