Give me the fucking bleakest lyrics you know

based blink poster

Because you are everyone you hate
When you're asleep or awake
All the choices you've made
You are everyone you hate
And it is ruining your life

kek

I’m not living
I’m just killing time

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damn..........

Out here
Barely see my breath
Surrounded
By jealousy and death
I can't be reached
Only had one call
Dragged underneath
Separate from you all
You all

This time
Lost my own return
In spite of
Everything I've learned
I hid my tracks
Spit out all my air
Slipped into cracks
Stripped of all my cares
My cares

I'm so tired
Sheep are counting me
No more struggle
No more energy
No more patient
You can write that down
It's all too crazy
I'm not sticking round

These

And here we go, now
(Step one, step two)
Over the bridge of sighs
(Step three, step four)
We will get a cross like Christ, crucified
(We fall through the floor)
It's like a birth but it is in reverse
(Fall through the floor)
Never gets better, always gets worse
(Fall through the floor)

One, two, fuck you!

I want to feel like I feel when I'm asleep (x2)
I wanna feel (x9)
I want to feel like I feel when I'm asleep
Sleep! (x3)

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GUCCI GANG GUCCI GANG GUCCI GANG GUCCI GANG GUCCI GANG GUCCI GANG GUCCI GANG GUCCI GANG
SPENT TWO RACKS ON NEW CHAIN YUH
MY BIH LUH DO COCAINE YUH
I FUCK A BIH I FORGOT HER NAME
CAN'T BUY A BIH NO WEDDING RANG

lmao I knew someone would post this melodramatic bullshit.

I walk a lonely road
The only one that I have ever known
Don't know where it goes
But it's only me, and I walk alone

>All of you Mario, it's all a game

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not really lyrics but theyre liner notes

you can’t think about it, really, because if you do then you go crazy, stark gibbering spitting and pissing in your pants crazy, so you don’t think about it. but once in a while you do think about it, and there’s all this weird shit going on and you can’t believe it can all really be like this. you think of all the bad, bad things you do to yourself out of some weird need. you go places, bad places, to fulfill some gnawing need, and you do ugly things to yourself and other people not because of the ugliness–well, sometimes because of the ugliness, i guess–but usually because there’s something else there and you’d do it no matter what. there are people who do. no matter what. they fuck their children, for shit’s sake. a whole town. bus drivers, school teachers, cops, storekeepers, housewives, little boys, little girls. very little, they play games with it, like very special hide-and-seek, and very special spin the bottle and very special poker, and every day the little boys have to get up and walk to the bus stop with the daddy who mouth raped them the night before, and they have to get on the bus with the bus driver who rubbed his shit in their hair, and say “yes maam” to the lady who made them lick her the night before, and then they have to go home, you know, where daddy and mommy have been making martinis for the little get together later on, and go hide under the covers where they know they’ll be found anyway and day in and day out for the rest of their motherfucking lives and then they grow up and they have babies and like i said, you don’t think about it because you go crazy.

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this

Cups of the Rose
Bitches in my old phone
I should call one and go home
I've been in this club too long
The woman that I would try
Is happy wit a good guy
But I've been drinking so much
That I'ma call her anyway and say

He went through life sometimes crying,
Never trying,
Sometimes crying,
The books that he read and the TV set,
All wasted time,
He began to think that his future lay in the hands of fate,
(You see) He'd move this way,
He'd move that way,
Or just hesitate,
It comes out the same,
He wondered what was to blame
youtube.com/watch?v=8NSMP-oA16U

The great truth is there isn't one
And it only gets worse since that conclusion
The irony of being an extension to nothing
And the force of inertia is now a vital factor
And there is despair underneath each and every action
Each and every attempt to pierce the armour of numbness
Burning bridges becomes a habit to support
And the front line expands like there's no tomorrow
I envy the maggots
Their stuff at least sticks together
Better than laudations of misinformed seers
And those are lengthy annals of shame that we work with
It's like dumping dead meat at the brink of Styx
With a barge that we made of what was left of Yggdrasil
After veterans of spiritual revolts were done with their armchairs
And I don't even remember which brink is which
The odour of sanctity is just refined stench of existence
Shining pearl of Augeas' crown pales in comparison
And there is despair underneath each and every action
Each and every attempt to pierce the armour of numbness
Burning bridges becomes a habit to support
And the front line expands like there's no tomorrow
The grotesque eagles of misfortune, well fed on thanatos, sit still
It's the dignity of scavengers at the ever growing garbage dump of life
There is something about the rigid posture of a proper, authentic blind
As if extended arms reached to pass his blindness onto others

What tongueless ghost of sin crept through my curtains?
Sailing on a sea of sweat on a stormy night
I think he don't got a name but I can't be certain
And in me he starts to confide

That my family don't seem so familiar
And my enemies all know my name
But if you hear me tap on your window
You better get on your knees and pray
Panic is on the way

not really the bleakest I know, just the one that's fresh on my mind.

Take ahold of my life
Make it into one that I want it to be
Make a whole of my life
Make my faces one that I want you to see

It's cool desu

based and pilgrimpilled

all of the businesses in their unlimited hell
where they buy and they sell
and they sell all their trash to eachother
till they're sick of it all and they're
bankrupt on selling //
// well I'll go to college and I'll learn some big words
and I'll talk real loud goddamn right I'll be heard
you'll remember the guy who said all those big words he must have learned in college
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when my fear of prison starts to build a prison in my head
my reaction when they tell me i should follow all my dreams
when they couldn't follow theirs
my reaction when it was all just christian memes
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there's something soothing about a day job
that ruins your clothes
it's miserable but comforting to know
there's a couch and weed at home waiting for me
I missed a lot on the road
I'm a fuck up when I'm home
I'll still be washing dishes when I'm 40 years old
with my kidneys caked and braces on both my knees//

//this was Mecca before the property value changed
everywhere I loved became everything that I hate
now there's no room for broke asses like me
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n.b. many of these are alright on their own but in context make me feel very empty

King's Crossing by Elliott Smith is pretty dark

I stay inside my bed
I have lived so many lives all in my head
Don't tell me that you care
There really isn't anything, is there?

(You would know, wouldn't you?
You extend your hand to those who suffer
To those who know what it really feels like
To those who've had a taste
Like that means something
And oh so sick I am
And maybe I don't have a choice
And maybe that is all I have
And maybe this is a cry for help...)

Is this Have a Nice Life? corniest shit ever

based and redpilled

based and redpilled

As black as the night can get
Everything is safer now
There's always a way to forget
Once you learn to find a way how

In the blur of serenity
Where did everything get lost?
The flowers of naïveté
Buried in a layer of frost

The smell of sunshine...
...I remember sometimes...

Thought he had it all before they called his bluff...
Found out that his skin just wasn't thick enough...
Wanted to go back to how it was before...
Thought he lost everything...
... and then he lost a whole lot more...

A fool's devotion
Swallowed up in empty space
The tears of regret
Frozen to the side of his face

The smell of sunshine...
...I remember sometimes...

I've done all I can do
Could I please come with you?
Sweet smell of sunshine
I remember sometimes...

Somebody once told me the world is gonna roll me
I ain't the sharpest tool in the shed
She was looking kind of dumb with her finger and her thumb
In the shape of an "L" on her forehead
Well the years start coming and they don't stop coming
Fed to the rules and I hit the ground running
Didn't make sense not to live for fun
Your brain gets smart but your head gets dumb
So much to do, so much to see
So what's wrong with taking the back streets?
You'll never know if you don't go
You'll never shine if you don't glow
Hey now, you're an all-star, get your game on, go play
Hey now, you're a rock star, get the show on, get paid
And all that glitters is gold
Only shooting stars break the mold
It's a cool place and they say it gets colder
You're bundled up now, wait till you get older
But the meteor men beg to differ
Judging by the hole in the satellite picture
The ice we skate is getting pretty thin
The water's getting warm so you might as well swim
My world's on fire, how about yours?
That's the way I like it and I never get bored
Hey now, you're an all-star, get your game on, go play
Hey now, you're a rock star, get the show on, get paid
All that glitters is gold
Only shooting stars break the mold
Hey now, you're an all-star, get your game on, go play
Hey now, you're a rock star, get the show, on get paid
And all that glitters is gold
Only shooting stars
Somebody once asked could I spare some change for gas?
I need to get myself away from this place
I said yep what a concept
I could use a little fuel myself
And we could all use a little change
Well, the years start coming and they don't stop coming
Fed to the rules and I hit the ground running
Didn't make sense not to live for fun
Your brain gets smart but your head gets dumb
So much to do, so much to see
So what's wrong with taking the back streets?
You'll never know if you don't go (go!)
You'll never shine if you don't glow

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Did you enjoy pink ballerina dress?
Did you notice your father had such fetish?
He financed you to best schools.
He was strict at home, keeping your body in thin sexy form.
He was the one who wanted to put the shoes on your tender feet. Wrap them tightly.
Accidentally touching your thin legs.
He forced you to struggle in border of anorexia.

Did you look in the mirror, seeing the ugly fat girls reflection?
Did you refuse to eat so you would look better? Was it like that?
Not for your father.
Your father looked you in every possible practice and show, yet he saw nothing but the thinnest and smallest little darling, he wished to hold close and penetrate.
Something so beautiful he had created, but so willing to taint and force under his power.

You and your friends, stretching in those tights.
Into positions what made your orifices so available, but hidden under surface of thin clothing.
He'd like nothing more but expose his cock, thicker than your arm, and penetrate every orifice of his beloved child.

Sometimes you could see stains in your ballerina shoes.
You couldn't yet understand what it was.
It was sometimes semen, from your father private fetish games. And sometimes cunt slime, when your father forced your mother to masturbate with those little shoes.
Watching her tightly closed eyes and facial expressions which made her look so guilty. So guilty, but even more weak.
Adjusting her life under power of man of the house.

Your father wanted you naked.
He wanted you to dance for him.
With slow movements, with calm music on the background.
While watching your movements, he would see the romantic visions, of you gagging on semen, holding little tummy with both hands, messy tear blurred wet eyes watching pieces of torn tights.
Traces of shit and blood, red and bruised orifices.
You're so hungry, but fathers control doesn't allow bigger meal.
You're so scared, and can nothing else but play along.
This is the life you have.
Living doll.
Fathers own toy.

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You don't want to hurt anyone
You don't want to burden anyone
You just want to disappear
You're an honest-to-god alcoholic
Waking up again in Beth Israel

You left your mother's ashes in his apartment
Now he can't sleep at night
And wants me to take them

What should I do with them?
Should I scatter them in the East River?
I remember you talked about that;
"The East River isn't romantic anymore, you know
That's where the suicides go"
Or maybe that's what you wanted in the end
To be mixed together and reunited with your mother.

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your so based, so very very based

I hope I cut myself shaving tomorrow
I hope it bleeds all day long
Our friends say it's darkest before the sun rises
We're pretty sure they're all wrong

For sale?
Dumb cunt's same dumb questions
Virgins?
Listen, all virgins are liars honey
And I don't know what I'm scared of or what I even enjoy
Dulling, get money, but nothing turns out like you want it to
And in these plagued streets of pity you can buy anything
For 200 anyone can conceive a God on video
He's a boy, you want a girl so chop off his cock
Tie his hair in bunches, fuck him, call him Rita if you want
I eat and I dress and I wash and I still can say thank you
Puking, shaking, sinking I still stand for old ladies
Can't shout, can't scream, hurt myself to get pain out
I 'T' them, 24/7, all year long
Purgatory's circle, drowning here, someone will always say yes
Funny place for the social, for the insects to start caring
Just an ambulance at the bottom of a cliff
In these plagued streets of pity you can buy anything
For 200 pounds anyone can conceive a God on video
He's a boy, you want a girl so chop off his cock
Tie his hair in bunches, fuck him, call him Rita if you want, if you want
I eat and I dress and I wash and I can still say thank you
Puking, shaking, sinking I still stand for old ladies
Can't shout, can't scream, I hurt myself to get pain out
Power produces desire, the weak have none
There's no lust in this coma even for a fifty
Solitude, solitude, the 11th commandment
The only certain thing that is left about me
There's no part of my body that has not been used
Pity or pain, to show displeasure's shame
Everyone I've loved or hated always seems to leave
And in these plagued streets of pity you can buy anything
For 200 pounds anyone can conceive a God on video
He's a boy, you want a girl so chop off his cock
Tie his hair in bunches, fuck him, call him Rita if you want, if you want
Power produces desire, the weak have none
There's no lust in this coma even for a fifty
Solitude, solitude, the 11th commandment
Don't hurt, just obey, lie down, do as they say
May as well be heaven this hell, smells the same
These sunless afternoons I can't find myself

I’m sad now

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Yikes

I am almost completely soulless
I am incapable of being human
I am incapable of being inhuman
I am living uncontrollably
It should be called the anti-depression
As a friend of mine suggested
Because it's not the sadness that hurts you
It's the brain's reaction against it
It's not enough to love the unreal
I am inseparable from the impossible
I want gravity to stop for me
My soul yearns for a fugitive from the laws of nature
I want a cut scene, I want a cut from your face to my face
I want a cut, I want the next related video

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>lyrics
Get on my level

At evening the autumnal forests resound
With deadly weapons, the golden plains
And blue lakes, above them the sun
Rolls more darkly by; night enfolds
The dying warriors, the wild lament
Of their broken mouths.
But in the grassy vale the spilled blood,
Red clouds in which an angry god lives,
Gathers softly, lunar coldness;
All roads lead to black decay.
Beneath the golden boughs of night and stars
The sister’s shadow reels through the silent grove
To greet the ghosts of heroes, their bleeding heads;
And the dark flutes of autumn sound softly in the reeds.
O prouder sorrow! you brazen altars
Today an immense anguish feeds the mind’s hot flame,
The unborn descendants.

I know, pretty much anything on The Holy Bible (except maybe This Is Yesterday) is bleak as fuck.

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do you think that you can be exactly what you want to be?

youtu.be/x2nAXU6zHQA

I HAVE CRAWLED SO FAR SIDEWAYS
I RECOGNISE DIM TRACES OF CREATION
I WANT TO DIE, DIE IN THE SUMMERTIME
I WANNA DIE!

Shiny happy people holding hands
Shiny happy people holding hands
Shiny happy people laughing
Shiny happy people holding hands
Shiny happy people holding hands
Shiny happy people laughing
Shiny happy people holding hands
Shiny happy people holding hands
Shiny happy people laughing

Everybody leaves
When they get the chance
And this?
This is my chance...

What song?

Everything had opened wide
Into the jaws of something bigger
And suddenly I saw that I was
Upstairs and outside and freezing on the roof
Finally it had found me
The answer, the feeling, and the truth

That I'm smaaaall
That I'm smaaaall
That I'm smaaaall
I'm smaller than the smallest fireball

Our daughter is one and a half
You have been dead eleven days
I got on the boat and came to the place where the three of us were gonna build our house, if you had lived. You died though, so I came here alone, with our baby and the dust of your bones

>I hurt myself today
>To see if I could feel

It's not your fault
It's my fault
I'm not human at all
I have no heart

I GOT HOOOOOOOOOES
CAAAAAALLIIIIIIIIIN A YOUNG NIGGA PHOOOOOOOOOOONE

lmaod

She's dying, she's burned from the waist up (she's burned from the waist up)
On her arm
Her ear is burned up and her nose (her nose)
Her eyelashes and fingers are burned, she can't anything
And even with medical advances, there's no end in sight
For the Hamburger Lady
When somebody tells you that there is a level of pain beyond which the human mind
Beyond which is the level of pain of the lady on the potty chair
Unrelievedly
Burned from the waist down
That's what keeps her alive, the tubes
And the nice nurses
Hamburger Lady
Hamburger Lady
She's okay if you change the tubes
Tubes in her legs, the tubes in her arms
Then the medic came and when he came out and saw one of the burn nurses at the desk
She was eating a can of Chilli-mac
And he flashed on the carpet, he flashed on the floor
The Hamburger Lady
Stretch since she came to us
Unrelievedly
The qualified technicians

We came by the boatload,
and were immobilized:
worshipping volcanoes,
charting the loping skies.
The tides of the earth
left us bound, and calcified,
and made as obstinate as obsidian,
unmoving, save our eyes:
just mooning and blinking
from faces marked with coal.
(Ash cooling and shrinking
cracks loud as thunder rolling.)
I swear I know you. You know me.
Where have we met before?
Tell me true:
to whose authority
do you consign your soul?

I had a dream you came to me,
said
You shall not do me harm anymore,
and with your knife,
you evicted my life
from its little lighthouse
on the seashore.

And I saw that my blood
had no bounds,
spreading in a circle like an atom bomb,
soaking and felling
everything in its path,
and welling in my heart like a birdbath.

It is too short —
the day we are born,
we commence with our dying.
Trying to serve,
with the heart of a child;
kingfisher, lie with the lion.

KNOWLEDGE IS

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A DEADLY FRIEND

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My mummy's dead
I can't get it through my head
Though it's been so many years
My mummy's dead
I can't explain
So much pain
I could never show it
My mummy's dead

based passed out user

Hive mind is scary, I feel vulnerable and stupid
Waiting for a new embarrassment to go and tear right through me
A dependent fruitless animal, watch me brimming with shame

And this confidence I fake only makes matters worse
I am not a stallion, I am just perverse
Hopeless, and docile, and tamed

Another day I won't remember, another day I wished away
Tedious days punctuated by dismay
Every day feels the same

Oh it's the routine, and it's the regret
That makes me worse yet

Oh did I forget your name or make a joke and no-one laughed?
Did I come across as stupid or did I cum too fast?
This isn't a brave face, this isn't a brave face
This is a mask

Now I remember
It doesn't take much to make me feel small

There's banging on the wall
It's 5am – I've got no sleep at all
Just thoughts of how I might
Struggle through tomorrow
Too much time in one day
Too much time to occupy
With boring thoughts
And boring moods
And boring bedtimes
Won't tell a single soul that my soul's gone
It's hard to write this song
It's all a joke
It's all been wrote down by someone who's probably dead

[Refrain]
I might be leaving soon
I might be leaving soon

[Verse 2]
There's laughter from below
It's 1am – how could you have known?
The thoughts of silence
That had me
From going back to sleep that night
Wish I could call someone I love
To stop thinking of myself
Long look in the mirror
Just.. looks so blankly
You were right: I can't do this
I'm going crazy; it's fine by me
Now you can see
How much I've become empty

"This is my private bed
This is where I lie at night
Staring at a light bulb hanging on the ceiling
Waiting for a dream to
Come and get me out of here

Here in my humble room at night
I often wonder what goes on out there
What makes them run so scared
I often stare at the people passing by
But they can't see me through my window shades
Just like I'm not even there"

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The sound afterwards is the greatest moment in any song ever