Darkest Lyrical Content

[prlyknitswtr]

Like the title says, which band in your opinion has overall the darkest lyrics? Albeit about relationships, suicide, killing an ex girlfriend, or things along those lines.

I have always been intrigued with bands that write clever, dark, metaphoric lyrics. Sometimes even the straight forward hatred portrayed through words.

My contributions are as follows...

Alkaline Trio (Heavens)
Bright Eyes
Bayside
Fear Before
She Wants Revenge
HIM
Saves The Day

DISCUSS!

[funkel]

Cannibal Corpse.

[wtfmates]

Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds' earlier work is some of the darkest stuff I have heard. Here's one example

I went out walking the other day
The wind hung wet around my neck
My head it rung with screams and groans
From the night I spent amongst her bones
I passed beside the mission house
Where that mad old buzzard, the reverend,
Shrieked and flapped about life after your dead
Well, I thought about my friend, Michel
How they rolled him in linoleum
And shot him in the neck
A bloody halo, like a think-bubble
Circling his head
And I bellowed at the firmament
Looks like the rains are hear to stay
And the rain pissed down upon me
And washed me all away
Saying


Papa won't leave you, Henry
Papa won't leave you, Boy
Papa won't leave you, Henry
Papa won't leave you, Boy
Well, the road is long
And the road is hard
And many fall by the side
But Papa won't leave you, Henry
So there ain't no need to cry


And I went on down the road
He went on down the road
And I went on down the road
He went on down the road


Well, the moon it looked exhausted
Like something you should pity
Spent an age-spotted
Above the sizzling wires of the city
Well, it reminded me of her face
Her bleached and hungry eyes
Her hair was like a curtain
Falling open with the laughter
And closing with the lies
But the ghost of her still lingers on
Though she's passed through me
And is gone
The slum dogs, they are barking
And the rain children on the streets
And the tears that we will weep today
Will all be washed away
By the tears that we will weep again tomorrow


Papa won't leave you, Henry
Papa won't leave you, Boy
Papa won't leave you, Henry
Papa won't leave you, Boy
For the road is long
And the road is hard
And many fall by the side
But Papa won't leave you, Henry
So there ain't no need to cry


And I went on down the road
He went on down the road
And I went on down the road
He went on down the road


And I came upon a little house
A little house upon a hill
And I entered through, the curtain hissed
Into the house with its blood-red bowels
Where wet-lipped women with greasy fists
Crawled the ceilings and the walls
They filled me full of drink
And led me round the rooms
Naked and cold and grinning
Until everything went black
And I came down spinning
I awoke so drunk and full of rage
That I could hardly speak
A *** in a whale-bone corset
Draping his dick across my cheek
And its into the shame
And its into a guilt
And its into the fucking fray
And the walls ran red around me
A warm arterial spray
Saying


Papa won't leave you, Henry
Papa won't leave you, Boy
Papa won't leave you, Henry
Papa won't leave you, Boy
Well, the night is dark
And the night is deep
And its jaws are open wide
But Papa won't leave you, Henry
So there ain't no need to cry


And I went on down the road
He went on down the road
And I went on down the road
He went on down the road


It's the rainy season where I'm living
Death comes leaping out of every doorway
Wasting you for money, for your clothes
And for your nothing
Entire towns being washed away
Favelas exploding on inflammable spillways
Lynch-mobs, death squads, babies being born without brains
The mad heat and the relentless rains
And if you stick your arm into that hole
It comes out sheared off to the bone
And with her kisses bubbling on my lips
I swiped the rain and nearly missed
And I went on down the road
He went on down the road
Singing


Papa won't leave you, Henry
Papa won't leave you, Boy
Papa won't leave you, Henry
Papa won't leave you, Boy
Well, the road is long
And the road is hard
And many fall by the side
But Papa won't leave you, Henry
So there ain't no need to cry


And I went on down the road
He went on down the road
And I went on down the road
He went on down the road
Bent Beneath my heavy load
Under his heavy load
Yeah, I went on down the road
Yeah, he went on down the road

[popdisaster00]

Cannibal Corpse.
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for real. honestly. /thread. because no band writes more fucked up dark lyrics than cc.

[funkel]

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for real. honestly. /thread. because no band writes more fucked up dark lyrics than cc.
Their album covers as well are another testament to their level of disturbing.

[wtfmates]

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for real. honestly. /thread. because no band writes more fucked up dark lyrics than cc.

I don't think it counts when the band purposely writes dark lyrics for the sake of being metal and shocking.

[OdeToTheSun]

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for real. honestly. /thread. because no band writes more fucked up dark lyrics than cc.
Whitechapel or any generic deathcore?

[Regards]

http://www.absolutepunk.net/showthread.php?t=566231

[summer skin]

bayside because blah blah their drummer died boohoo.

[SamEyes]

http://www.absolutepunk.net/showthread.php?t=566231

Came here to say that haha.

[Neo Cassady]

His father was a drinker
And his mother cried in bed
Folding John Wayne's T-shirts
When the swingset hit his head
The neighbors they adored him
For his humor and his conversation
Look underneath the house there
Find the few living things
Rotting fast in their sleep of the dead
Twenty-seven people, even more
They were boys with their cars, summer jobs
Oh my God

Are you one of them?

He dressed up like a clown for them
With his face paint white and red
And on his best behavior
In a dark room on the bed he kissed them all
He'd kill ten thousand people
With a sleight of his hand
Running far, running fast to the dead
He took off all their clothes for them
He put a cloth on their lips
Quiet hands, quiet kiss
On the mouth

And in my best behavior
I am really just like him
Look beneath the floorboards
For the secrets I have hid




Also, this:
I don't think it counts when the band purposely writes dark lyrics for the sake of being metal and shocking.

[Geldofpunk]

Cannibal Corpse.

*shudders* Dark? Kind of an understatement.

[Regards]

Waking The Cadavar's lyrics are ridiculous.

[B-Bones]

Ya I was gonna say Saves The Day is my favorite.

The last time that I saw you, August of '99,
I should've had my hammer and a few rusty spikes
to nail you on a wall and use bottles to catch your blood
and display you for the neighbors so they know your time had come.
And I'd drink your blood and feel it dripping down my throat
as it heads for my heart.
And as your body sags and the stench rises in vain,
the people on the street are collecting in dismay.
Before your eyes your head lifts towards the sky
and that's the last thing they'll remember of you.
And I'd drink your blood and feel it dripping down my throat
as it heads for my heart.
You've become a ghost.
You're floating somewhere in between
the waking world and a landscape of dreams.
Well it's nothing but dying.
You've got a grenade stuck in your teeth and you're pulling at the pin.
You're an illusion, just a shadow flickering underneath the sun.
And I'd drink your blood and feel it dripping down my throat
as it heads for my heart.

[alice+interiors]

Children of effing Bodom, holy lol

I see the candle light burning in your eyes
Flareing up my eyes in flames
On this pitch-black summer night...
Of passion and pain

The razor caressed my flesh and my arms turned red,
I feel a vast desire
Years of pain are flowing down my arms.
Sweet, red, warm stream you drink, make me released
Give me your hand, let me make you feel the ease,
In the Bed Of Razors we bleed together..

I feel the fire burning in my heart
I see it sparkling in your eyes
The blaze you're feeding more and more

The razor caressed your flesh and your arms turned red,
I feel your vast desire
Years of pain are flowing down your arms.
Sweet, red, warm stream I drink to make you released
Holding your arms, cherish this composure
In the Bed Of Razors we sleep together, forever...

[popdisaster00]

His father was a drinker
And his mother cried in bed
Folding John Wayne's T-shirts
When the swingset hit his head
The neighbors they adored him
For his humor and his conversation
Look underneath the house there
Find the few living things
Rotting fast in their sleep of the dead
Twenty-seven people, even more
They were boys with their cars, summer jobs
Oh my God

Are you one of them?

He dressed up like a clown for them
With his face paint white and red
And on his best behavior
In a dark room on the bed he kissed them all
He'd kill ten thousand people
With a sleight of his hand
Running far, running fast to the dead
He took off all their clothes for them
He put a cloth on their lips
Quiet hands, quiet kiss
On the mouth

And in my best behavior
I am really just like him
Look beneath the floorboards
For the secrets I have hid




Also, this:
AWESOME SONG

[lew_1987]

Aiden - so fucking dark.

[Geldofpunk]

X-)

[summer skin]

Ya I was gonna say Saves The Day is my favorite.

The last time that I saw you, August of '99,
I should've had my hammer and a few rusty spikes
to nail you on a wall and use bottles to catch your blood
and display you for the neighbors so they know your time had come.
And I'd drink your blood and feel it dripping down my throat
as it heads for my heart.
And as your body sags and the stench rises in vain,
the people on the street are collecting in dismay.
Before your eyes your head lifts towards the sky
and that's the last thing they'll remember of you.
And I'd drink your blood and feel it dripping down my throat
as it heads for my heart.
You've become a ghost.
You're floating somewhere in between
the waking world and a landscape of dreams.
Well it's nothing but dying.
You've got a grenade stuck in your teeth and you're pulling at the pin.
You're an illusion, just a shadow flickering underneath the sun.
And I'd drink your blood and feel it dripping down my throat
as it heads for my heart.
fucking metal dude.

[zeropunk16]

Anal Cunt all the way.

[Sumerian Team]

After The Burial (Rareform) is dark and amazing at the same time.

[xEmlehx]

evanescence and papa roach and three days grace

[Regards]

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