Nailed
Like an open wound I'm drowning in salt Hanging in the raw Twist it no more You got me stumblin' You got me crumblin' Slashed and gashed Bruised, contused and confused Licked your lips on a skewer You won't let it heal And like an open wound I'm drowning in salt Leave me bare for all to gnaw Pick it clean.... Hanging raw
Submitted by The Void — Aug 14, 2026
Gluttonised offal Corrosive lobotomy Yet always I sit Dehumanised You're laughing at me Vacuous numbskull Hysterical in my soulless bliss Dragging me down Eyes wide in the mire Colours in the abyss Each one goes grey to black Waiting for the mindfuck Waiting for the mindfuck I feel it repeat I would have felt it before If I'd known it was there Waiting for the mindfuck Plucking raw nerves At my own command I silently watch Squeeze the tumour in
Submitted by The Void — Aug 14, 2026
Sometimes I wonder... What goes on in your head? Sometimes I wonder... Whats it like on the inside? And where does it lead... To chase your own tail? Theres sand in your eyes Dig deeper And choke on it Sometimes I wonder... What goes on in your head? Heres an oven..... To stick it in And sometimes I wonder... Whats it like? To have it all.....and nothing
Submitted by NecroLord — Jun 24, 2026
"Flow my tears" the new police song The slogan of peace is "you must live" They've got me and I'm one of them Cancel: "silence" they screamed for days "We've been here before, we won't stay" They can't die, they can just turn off Some vehicle moves in circles Some people need the heroes But I don't mind....I don't mind Please listen to the sirens We don't wish to be your friends Please listen to the sirens We won't ever call again Mister Webb there is no way out Love this room, please don't fight your walls Can you see I'm wasting your time A streetcar's rusting unseen Music hall's empty like me But I don't care....I don't care Please listen to the sirens We don't wish to be your friends Please listen to the sirens We won't ever call again If I could stay here for now With someone just a bit like you "Oh, no" Maybe I would dream again Of someone just a bit like you "S'pose so" Station boys keep their hands on steel Tubeway days now seem quite unreal It's always so close but never quite arrives My vision's like an old film, shaky There's nothing through my window, okay No photo by my bedside, black/white No image in my mirror, bye bye
Submitted by The Void — Aug 14, 2026