Kill Your Enemy

I felt down. Again, again there is no end. It returns, yeah, into my face. You won’t like, what you’ll see, end the depression. You won’t believe, how ugly this shit could be. So, I felt down… Again and again always fightin’ my way straight through. What, shows up, gotta be fought. Can’t stand the pressure, builds up around. Gettin’ squeezed ! In puke, in puke I’ll be drowned ! Yeah, you stand alone. Yeah, you’ll be left alone. Cruel, insane, bleed, suffer, sufferin’, disbelieve. It’s got to be, forever ! Forced to bleed … Forever !

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 24, 2025

The way you look at me let me know That you don’t see what’s goin’ on all around. So, just let me tell ya somethin’ that you may need to know: You can’t stand the pressure, never find a treasure, There’s not much to see for you, no way outta misery You simply cannot look into my eyes Especially when I criticize reality and truth, Build all your fears so So, just let me tell ya somethin’ That you may need to know: You can’t stand the pressure, never find a treasure, There’s not much to see for you, no way outta misery Never give out, never in, never give up. It’s the way you look at me…

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 24, 2025

I am the so called mean machine. That fuckin’ dial at my head, it’s choosin between four settin’s. Mean ! I don’t give a fuck on your feelings. And you won’t get a grip On how mean that mean machine could be. Mean ! Sure, I’m low-minded. The mean machine. And I don’t give a shit on who you are. All I know is killin, all I want is killin’. Kill you, kill ya ! I am the so called mean machine. That fuckin’ dial at my head, it’s choosin between four settin’s:

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 24, 2025

No, fuckin’ way. I don’t get a grip. Now, we’re lookin’ at what we once had. Well, I don’t know, what pushes us so far. Don’t wanna think, just fuck you up. Frustration grows You found your way, that’s whatya said. I can’t effort, it’s just drivin’ me mad. So, fuckin’ sad, friendship’s got polluted. So, that’s what you want, goddamn stupid. But now I know, I was a fool. It’s oppressin’ me, why can’t we forget it. Feels like a mirror in my face, it’s like everybody else is fuckin’ me. Can’t face my problems, Why can’t I forget ‘em. Ain’t got no real need to risk, it’s like both of us. Is smashin’ me. Everybody is smashin’ me. Everybody is fuckin’ me.

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 24, 2025

My anger turns to rage, like I never felt before. It grows, it grows it’s gettin’ bigger, I can’t stand it anymore. Creepin’ up, inside of me furious anger. Ragin’ feelings, without control are pushin’ me into the faint. Violent thoughts, aggressions grow, Cruel, brain-bustin’ pain. Creepin’ up… Uaargh, fuck it ! The pressure behind my eyes, psychotic suicide. Ugly feelings will blow my mind, thinkin’ like a Mr. Hyde. Creepin’ up… Outburst of rage

So ugly, suicide, the last step. Am I right ? So evil, no defense, the pain. There’s no drain away. Escape, to my side, there’s a way. Maybe, somethin’ right ? Solution alright start to fight, so now I start to fuckin’ fight ! I got my fist brain’s insane, blood’s spillin’ all over me, such a scene I’ll never forget it No escape I rip you off ! Kill you smashed brain over me yeah ! Kill you fuck !

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 24, 2025

Hard times are comin your way You're gonna have to rise above it some day Organize your life and figure it out Or you'll go under without a doubt Hard times! Hard times! Seems I'm being forced into a mold Hard times! Hard times! Forcin me and I'm growin cold Hard times are coming through But if you're hard they won't get to you They're gonna try to drive you into the ground But never surrender, never go down! Hard times! Hard times! Seems I'm being forced into a mold Hard times! Hard times! Forcin me and I'm growin cold Cromag! Warpath! Breakout! Now! ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Signs of the times, they're all around us No one will look you in the eye you don't know who to trust I'm lookin around me and don't like what I see Corruption and darkness all around me Cause these, these are the signs of the times Seems like they're losing their minds These are the signs of the times Do you think that we're really progressing Just seems to me like some steady regression I'm lookin on and watchin it corrode Gotta hold back or I'm gonna explode Cause these, these are the signs of the times Seems like they're losing their minds These are the signs of the times Take a look at where we're going I'm seeing the signs and what they're showing I'm totally in disbelief Of modern man and all his grief Cause these, these are the signs of the times Seems like they're losing their minds These are the signs of the times Cause these, are the signs These are the signs of the times

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Nov 12, 2025

Insane. We’re stronger. Marchin’. Marchin’ over the faith you used to have. So, suffer, suffer your way now. As we stomp on you. We’ll never walk the way that is yours. You’ll be left ! Fuck off !

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 24, 2025

It’s cuttin’ every knot of my brain’s disastrous pain. Hit me like a goddman fist, that may be the cause for my cancer. Inside my brain it’s getting’ hot, Sledge-hammerin’ on top. Ran through it many times before, There’s no deal with it anymore. Hand on head, which keeps under water. Constant pressure, souls fed up, fed up with laughter. It’s cuttin’… Pressure, sledge-hammer Again I felt down. Face’s smashed on what I once had, On where they used to step. Over, it’s over, yeah I should regret. The left alone. Own fist, through own guts ! Bashed against what I should do, All inner strengths gone ! The left alone. Own fist, through own guts ! This selfuglyness builds up in front of me. I am fallin’. Crawlin up’ through the mud, Built up myself. Gotta get through, gotta find out. Oh, no. Face the fight !

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 24, 2025

Dark beyond process, process stand still – Alone the dirt of the past leaves the skin. Every pore is breathless. Standin’ beside, watchin’ me. Apocalyptic visions risin’ beyond. Power-floadin’, through the bolts, Which are sticked in my head. Between ‘em: Flashes made outta fear And torturin’ disbelief. Goin’ down, non-risin’ will, Fightin’ against myself, selfhate, Brings what I’m beggin’ for. The sun of the past burns my eyes. A tear drops. But livin’ in the past makes me growin’ old !

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 24, 2025