Under the Ground

There is no sin to forgive when you kill everyone who would call it a sin And all the bins overflow with crowns, so nominate us as king If everybody emits because they suck and death becomes the sound We'll gladly play monarchs for the day and rule the underground Under the ground Rocket belts Clawing at the moon Monochrome Vinyl uber alles Reformations A pension grift for longing Blastbeats are forever That's how I like it That's how I like it We are the rising death of everything that was and what will be We are the heaviest fucking thing you'll ever see Under the ground Schroedinger's lyrics I could say anything Unlimited potential Until you read them No fun, no mosh, no mercy Jaded pose, decades old, denim zipped up tot he nose There's no joy left in this world Why on earth start now? That's what you get for liking shit music, you shit-music liking shit-cunt We're gonna crush you motherfuckers Death metal til we die Fuck peace

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Aug 21, 2026