Metal Reviews

Maynard's lyrics aren't cryptic, just crappy.

you're predictable

you're predictable

you're predictable

You are a conceptualized stream of chemicals in my head,
Sliding through my thoughts, congressing with my spine,
Mixing with the essence of humanity, mating with the spark of life.

You exist in my mind in perfection, and outside it you are dead.
Simply confirming your presence is to admit you're not mine;
Many are your makers, I'm but a victim to your knife...

Mourning minds burn up fastest - the test is keeping sane.
Can you measure the ocean? Can you count the rain?
Can you remove emotion so I don't feel its choke,
Or is it permanent, like the last words you spoke?
Are we together? Am I apart? Is this wound real?
If I removed my heart, would it end the ordeal?

Pierced in the ass
With a dick made of glass
And the Gods were angry with your deeds
They whipped you with a chain
Put you in harsh pain
Never once thought of your sexual needs

You creep through the bushes
It's dark
You jump upon the dog
Which one barked?

A night of hot anal today
But what was the price to pay?
The dog wanted money "I'm not a whore"
£50 is all she asks for
The dog taught you more than you''l knoooooowww

Lolz and spellingz.

And yours is good, Detective Inspector.

So close but always far away.
Those eyes of yours I’ll have on a plate.
Dinner is served, let’s all enjoy the feast of insight in youth once more.
Now I see what you saw in me.

Your feet take you everywhere, now they have gone away.
Those lips so red, from bloodshed.
Kisses of clarity brings me relief. You were never much for romance anyway.

Still lying on the floor like ashes, gentle and soft.
The wind carries you to that place, where we first met.
You broke my heart and now I’ll have yours.
It pummels yet in my hand. It sounds divine.

The screams now rest.
Silence bears through the night in sinister delight.
Such a lovely night.
Your last night.

talkin' to me?

Yes. DI?

And that's not bad, Zeth. Keep it at.

At a distance I glare. Your veins are lit up like a flare, pulsating in lust.
I hear your cries.
Maelstrom of knives, your desolate words cut deeper than any blade will. It hurts to hear. Those eyes tell me of your fear.
I try to aid but you shiver away. You know me, I’m one of those. I’m not worthy.
Your trust cannot be earned. Why even try. I could never get someone like you. I know that now.
From the depths of my mind, I seek comfort in those around. Is this comforting? Hold on. Don’t say no. I’ve been neglected before.
You move very persuasive, and I long. One moment of temptation turns to a lifetime of guilt.
Silent. This night is yours. The red sky above us knows, it never lies.
Lay still, it will soon be over.
Empty we are, but together at least. It can’t be wrong. Am I at fault?
I had you, your body. But never the trust. Never the will. Never the things that matter.
I fall and drown in your tears. The world is at downfall and so are we.
Your knives grow deeper and now I finally see that I will never heal.
The placebo effect of intimacy.

Well, here's another one. It's a bit unbalanced and maybe not so well structured, but at least it's something. Criticism is welcome.

I close my eyes to see the darkness inside.
I feel nothing.
Is it possible to describe nothingness?
There is nothing.
How can we be empty?
Food only nourishes our body, while the soul starves.
Who cares if there might be extraterrestrial beings, far away in the never-ending universe.
All that empty space.
They say earth is overpopulated, still I feel shallow and lonely among all these millions of people.
The world consists of strangers and I’m one of them.
We are so afraid of others. We keep our distance. We are cold, and I’m freezing.
Clothes keep our body warm, while the soul is frozen.
But we will survive. We know how to live and stay alive.
Carry on with life, while dying inside.
This emptiness. This darkness.
Awakening from a bed of corpses, this wretched grave of ours.

like the water from a well being consumed
...without fresh rain to replenish it
or perhaps the red from my veins fading into the bathwater
...which quickly becomes clear again
the miniscule ripple of my life is fading nearly as fast
...losing what little meaning it had

i silently pity whoever is forced to deal with the remains
their grieving is overshadowed by my loathing
my inability to deal with brief glimpses of sunlight and hope
that quickly eclipse into the grey of everyday existance
brielfy punctuated by moments of fear, hatred, pain and anger
like axes, emotions attempt to fell the walking corpse
but my self inflicted cuts dulled the blades of their hatchets
allowing the pitiful leafless forest to stand for a few more weeks

...but thats all changed now
i cannot nourish myself on the river of pain that comes from a drop of happyness
...the final cut has come
my movie is finished, ready to be filed away and collect dust
...with no vessel to fill, the water drains away
and so i am adrift and at peace content with having bloodily achieved nothing