Executive Dysfunction
I can't get up I can't get up, nothing is keeping me down I need to ascend And it only gets worse It only gets worse the longer I'm right here I'll stay where I've been I haven't got all day to sit and fight with my own mind On whether or not I'll get up Gotta do a thing, gotta live, gotta pass this precious time That's now dripping from my cup I wanna taste the new wine I wanna taste the wine spilling from my glass It's sat long on the shelf But I'm stuck right here I'm stuck between the confines of body and mind I've imprisoned myself The struggle never ends To achieve, you'll have to pretend The struggle never ends To achieve, you'll have to pretend My veins are not pumping My veins are not pumping life into my time And I don't have much more And I'm so bitter I'm so bitter that you're alive as the sea And I'm as still as the shore The struggle never ends To achieve you'll have to pretend The struggle never ends
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jul 25, 2026
Cut the bullshit! Pin me to the wall And call me your kitten My tresses are your reins Spit down my throat And watch it drip down my trembling chin I'll purr you to sleep As I scratch my sigils into your skin Daddy don’t like my rock n' roll Because I had to sell more than just my soul And when I die Don't let them bury me in a sad boy's suit and tie Set my flesh aflame In the gown of a goddess burning bright You'll see me lighting up the southern sky Mama don't like what's in my soul Anything is evil that she can't control Do you think this song really changes a thing? Are queer girl and daddy issues all you can sing? You're no better than the ones who make you scoff Plastеr cast your cock, stick it to the mirror, and jerk it off Is this not the agе of sin we're living in? Folks that wanna damn my soul to hell Can't move this opossum mother southern belle
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jul 25, 2026