The Bat, the Wheel and a Long Road to Nowhere
I kept the demons outside without you, oh you Ascend my throne of dirt, my urge I doubt your heart What the hell have I If goddamn lights turn off Running waters’ mountain Without you, oh you Have you ever been so cold since the upraised decline What the hell am I If goddamn lights turn off I crossed the ocean, I smelled waters’ mountain, without you It felt all so familiar without you
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 15, 2026
Silence in your veins A sawed off throat Necrophobia Until total decay Tear old views Unsung equal force That gores chest and brain Protects a defiled cunt No remorse no lie Tear old views Cough out foreign venom Tear old views Resume new sight Border lie Tear old views Border lie Tear old views
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 15, 2026
Swallow the day Forget the hours Let the spirit starve Capture my sway Yearning for cold Tear bleeding river Old tracks Beneath your jaded feet Release the one who sees Howling Rodeo with snakes Infection of grey Keep your path unreal Swallow the day Forget the hours Release the one who sees Believe in the one who bleeds Howling
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 15, 2026
Medium Burdened by the skies Medium For the anti-world Gore on the wall Whore slave to the core Lithium salt Offered to the wolves Your eon Suffering immortal Gore on the wall Whore slave to the core I feel the hint at the cut You can't see the crime Waterfall death Of a walking brain Walk and count Missing skills Still in-between Medium Still in-between of everything Rise of the weak Obedience through despair Reigning streak of strain Corn bared by perturbing fog Betrayal of the broken child Straining force Medium Gore on the wall Medium
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 15, 2026
Do you remember the wave of the wall Will it take your whole soul Broken thoughts cannot heal, still You ain’t what you feel Despair lives beneath the shell Unspoiled Rules your belief Untouched Slow turning wheel is getting you still Will you sleep all your life Ill, in disgust Till old mans’ dust
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 15, 2026
Feel the fire To kill a dead mans’ leavings No reaction on your cry In this challenge Mental acid’s flowing through Your burning bones Never sorry all the pain That made you clean Rape Lie Create Straight hate Rise Knife Inside Gored whole deception Released your falling heart A life that wasn’t real enough Became a terrestrial wraith I almost feel that hate Rape Lie Create Straight hate Rise Knife Inside Straight hate Rise knife Create Straight hate Rise knife Inside
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 15, 2026
I almost feel that hate That ache I almost feel that hate That hate Merciless reversal On thorn covered stairway Dominion of a cold delusion The hyenas traced a trail of decay Hate Math part of brain Reincarnates as an ocean of fate Mother cries, children die Mental cross of fathers' hate I almost feel that hate Clouded Orion Prediction of the seers I almost feel that hate Wasted body and soul Blind, numb They received the order To get lost I almost feel that hate The seekеr crossed the sea to undеrstand Laden with awkward strain He keeps the ocean on the ground Don't you see the end I almost feel that hate Clouded Orion Prediction of the seers I almost feel that hate Wasted body and soul And full of hate That hate Burden crossed your face Your face I almost feel that hate
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 15, 2026
Arise, the bat is close Taking all your breath The end follows you back to start Viscious bound belief Crawl in void Whore of burn Awake, son of waste Nothing but all to blame Senseless fray against raging blades Corruption of your soul Crawl in void Whore of burn Shade this room, arise, the bat is near Whore of doom, to blame you, son of ache Create Create Create Create Crawl in void, arise, the bat is near Whore of burn, to blame you, son of ache Shade this room, to waste life Whore of doom, crеate dead water of low Crеate Create Create Create
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 15, 2026
Hide the one Cover blind tracks Talk unknown Cough blood Holy Satan Rests inside my eyes He's the father of cross Thy clone Clone Awake unconscious Craving for peace of mind This bird can not fly Facing demons Moving stones asleep Tell me, angels of cross Are you leading this disease alone A road to nowhere Thy clone
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 15, 2026