Spasms of Rebirth
You were born in the heart of a star You were formed in the heart of a star Still your birth Could be seen from afar Still your birth We can see from afar In the heart of a star you were born In the heart of a star you were formed But the emptiness That you feel in your soul Is because your parents force fed you lies Since the day you were born Since the day you were born (x8) This is where every part of us Was made Forged According to plan This is where we all belong And when it's over This is where we Where we will all come We sit here Empty Waiting for meaning We sit here Empty All revelations seem to be missing We sit here Empty Waiting for some meaning We sit here Empty All revelations seem to be missing We don't need a cross We already have the anvil We don't need a prophet to return We already have the anvil We don't need a book We have the gospel of the anvil No church to shower us with glare Because our church is everywhere Our church, our church, our church Is everywhere x 4 Your church is but a glorified donation box Your church is but a Sunday morning hoax Your church is but a pedophile lair Your church is just a really bad fairy tale In the heart of a star There is no dogma No man made rules To keep us in check In the heart of a star There is no room For narcissists to inflict on us Intellectual debt Return to our cradle This is where we belong On a much larger time scale That is where we will be reborn Return to our cradle This is where we belong On a much larger time scale That is where we will be reborn
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 13, 2026
This mask, it has been on for so long No one remembers what was once there before Whoever looks finds little at all Just charred remains of a charred soul There's nobody, nobody here no more Nothing, nothing here no more Just echoes bouncing off the walls Just whispers where laughter once used to roar Like a vacuum, like a drain with no end Imperfectly pure, with no message to send Like a vacuum, like a drain with no end Perfectly broken, with little that could be mend Perfectly broken, with little that could be mend Like a scalpel, that removes a cancer with ease But this was no cancer, this was someone who breathed Like a scalpel, remover of infection that spread But without that infection everything else has just ceased Everything has just ceased Everything, everything has just ceased A perfectly hollow shell A truly perfect abyss Everything that is gone I presume it is missed A perfectly hollow shell A truly perfect abyss A truly perfect abyss A truly perfect abyss This mask, this mask This mask that is worn Obscuring the bellowing fire below This mask, this mask This mask that is worn Obscuring the abyss Where nothing can be reborn All masks on deck All masks on deck Let us unleash Whatever little we have left All masks on deck All masks on deck Let us unleash Whatever little we have left Scrape off that mask Grab what is left Roar back at the abyss We are not quite dead yet
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 13, 2026
Our mother earth and our father sun Must look at us in constant pity As we, the chosen ones Waste our lives in our lifeless cities Draining our souls in cubicles of restraint Entombed for hours on highways with 6 lanes Run out of the buildings And into the fields Your sun god is near Your sun god is here Every day Every day without meaning Is a day Is a day lost forever It's a day you've lost forever It's a day you've lost forever You sit right there With that remote in your hand Enjoying a flatlined life Within a digital land Within a digital land Within a digital land Surrounded by neighbours Who barely know your name Where everyone is so polite But no can be called a friend Where no one can be called a friend Where no one can be called a friend Our mother earth and our father sun Must look at us in constant pity As we, the chosen ones Waste our lives in our lifeless cities Draining our souls in cubicles of restraint Entombed for hours on highways with 6 lanes Run out of the buildings And into the fields Your sun god is near Your sun god is here
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 13, 2026
Drag them Drag them out Drag them into the middle of our streets Skin them Strip them down Skin them in the middle of our streets One day, one glorious day We will finally create Judgement day We will rip up their prescription pads And we will finally crack open their skulls Drag them Drag them out Drag them into the middle of our streets Skin them Strip them down Skin them in the middle of our streets In the middle of our streets In the middle of our streets Streets will run with blood Sewers will buckle Town folk with take selfies With their children, now not helpless They will all want to remember So much joy to remember How we celebrated the end Of the recently dismembered Of the recently dismembered Of the recently dismembered Of the recently dismembered Dismembered Every town square will have a guillotine And the angry crowd will cheer As every town psychiatrist Will slowly yet surely get dragged in To meet their karma And face their fears Drag them Drag them out Drag them into the middle of our streets Skin them Strip them down Skin them in the middle of our streets That glorious day That beautiful day When we will run out Of the blood of psychiatrists
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 13, 2026
I don't need you to call me Once in every 10 years Just so you can make sure I haven't cut my wrists quite yet I don't need you to think of me Every once in a blue moon When you get that nagging feeling You should remember the one you once knew You don't have to say it into my face I know I'm roadkill to you You don't have to state it explicitly I know I'm roadkill to you I know I'm roadkill to you I know I'm roadkill to you How y'all doing? Oh we're doing fine Everything is just great Me, the peaceful pill and I Me, the peaceful pill and I Me, the peaceful pill and I Me, the peaceful pill and I Me, the peaceful pill and I I don't need you to call me Once in every 10 years Just so you can make sure I haven't inhaled carbon monoxide quite yet I don't need you to call me Once in every 10 years Just so you can make sure I haven't swallowed a bottle of chloroquine quite yet I don't need you to call me Once in every 10 years Just so you can make sure I haven't familiarized myself with barbituates quite yet And I definitely don't need you To call me to check up on me Once in every 10 years just to make sure I haven't blown out my brains quite yet You don't have to say it into my face I know I'm roadkill to you You don't have to state it explicitly I know I'm roadkill to you I know I'm roadkill to you I know I'm roadkill to you I don't need you to call me Once in every 10 years Just so you can make sure I haven't cut my wrists quite yet I don't need you to think of me Every once in a blue moon When you get that nagging feeling You should remember the one you once knew
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 13, 2026
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