OMINUS | Cemetery Lane

Metal

A song about changes
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Stranger At Your Door

Some digs both at Elon being suspected of taking ketamine and the Iran B-2 Bomber Strike, and contemporary corporate HR behavior

Lyrics:

True growth comes from being comfortable with discomfort
Mockery is just the universe's way of keeping our ego in check
Their probing had pinpointed my encumbrance
And had me by the neck
ahh ahh ahh ahh

Men are freest when they are most unconscious of freedom 
And fly no colors at all
Their shout is a rattling of chains, always was
When back against the wall


With trepidity i turned the pages
What he'd said was not for the meek
The best way to cure your nostalgia for the middle ages
Is to shit outside for a week 


They had winkled out my side vocation
Through the free market
In a form of distributed computation
But i felt that i could still dart around 
Any verbal machicolations


HR had me in the fish bowl
Interrogation from dawn to dusk 
Imagine coming down from a k hole
And finding out you're Elon Musk


She started we're not here for manners
And since there's no time to waste
You look like someone who eats bananas
For the shape and not the taste

I retorted bananas betoken
The dietary methodology 
That cellular processing of glucose is broken 
From the onslaught of modern insults to biology

Despite the degree to which this perturbed
She regained her nerve and said very well
It says here you should be in hell
But since you were a backend developer
We will consider that time served

She thundered what I'd done
Was not a smart play
What had gone supercritical with her parishioners
Who ratted me out the other day
Was that I had openly wondered 
If i might not draw better pay as a political prisoner

She bothered to insert the word official
As i was tallying her counter-poises
When sifting through waffling interstitials
You have to listen for these itty bitty noises

She's quite the girl with which to hang
By any available means
I tried to pass her interrobang
Without spilling the beans
But for the unwary
Your mileage may vary
It's best just to keep up with your leafy greens

While extoling her masters' daring
She was wearing me down with her slow rolling 
Since i felt I still had some juice
With her pincer move prepended
I decided to bite first and extended
Low sensitivity control systems will always
Underperform and often produce the 
Opposite effect as intended 


When I got back to my desk
I felt that I'd drained concupiscence to the dregs
Mercifully this was interrupted by my neighbor
Who said
The lion does not concern himself with OSHA regs 


He said one thing from the service stuck with him
The B-2 pilots had a doggerel for when they fly
Real penetration has never been tried
Which doubled as a joke about Communism
And some lady's remembrance of THAT guy 

I had a sneaking admiration
For the ways of this little freak
And contributing to the mystique
Was the ribaldness of his technique


His bluster fell a little flat
I silently wondered if i can
Take lessons on being a man
From a dude who tucks his ears into his hat


He dipped another nacho
And tried to make it look macho
He said they used to call us squares
Then turned up the volume on Rio Bravo


I wondered at his game and thought
She tells her therapist about you
She tells her handlers about me
We are not the same 


The organization's career path
Was a little over sold
Accept the brand new label
And something under the table
And head for the pot of gold
And the ranks of the well-bred
And be led into the library of Babel
By the latent manifold

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Real Penetration Has Never Been Tried / Interrobang

The Sword Of Grom

Cemetery Lane

Buried Alive

Dark Woods And Friendly Monsters

[Verse 1]
You never knew me
But you said you loved me
I wanted to believe
But you've never known empathy
You deceived me
And I let it be
Cause I wanted to believe
I wanted to breathe

[Chorus]
You never knew me
But now I know you
A freak with no empathy
Like a demon
You live to hurt
To steal, break

[Bridge]
Why can't I breathe?
Why can't I breathe?
Why can't I see?
Why can't I see?
More than your shades of gray
How could I be?
How could I be?
So foolishly manipulated

[Verse 2]
You revealed yourself to me
When you lied to me
And lied to cover the lie
then offered a new lie

[Chorus]
you never knew me
But now I know you
A freak with no empathy
Like a demon
You live to hurt
To steal breath

[Bridge]
Why can't I breathe?
Why can't I breathe?
Why can't I see?
Why can't I see?
More than your shadow
How could I be?
How could I be?
So foolishly manipulated

[Bridge]
Why can't I breathe?
Why can't I breathe?
Why can't I see?
Why can't I see?
More than your shadow
How could I be?
How could I be?
So foolishly manipulated

Why Can't I Breathe

OK, we know we’re probably annoying you dropping songs non-stop, but the summer break is finally coming, so this is the second to last one. Tomorrow, we’ll release another track in collaboration with The Beautiful Dark, complete with a video, and then we’ll take a break.🤟
Hell on Earth reflects the heartbreaking reality faced by millions caught in conflicts that tear cities apart and shatter lives. This song doesn’t take sides, not because we don’t care, but because we believe it’s not wise to claim to fully understand such complex and devastating situations without living them firsthand. Instead, it holds up a mirror to the human cost of war, where innocent voices get lost beneath collapsing skies and silent screams.😔
We stand with all those living on the edge of hell, hoping for a future where justice and peace aren’t barricaded by violence and fear. We wrote this track not to divide, but to remind us all of the urgent need for empathy, awareness, and the courage to hope, even when hell feels dangerously close.
Oh, just to be clear (since it’s happened with other songs before): the higher vocal parts are not sung by Mary, they’re all Tom. Mary does the backing vocals, and of course, she’s also the one going wild on guitar.🎸
One more thing about the genre: SoundCloud only offers a few broad options, and this track blends several genres and subgenres. So yeah, sorry dear metalheads if we picked “Metal” as the genre. Feel free to roll your eyes, but honestly, it felt like the only one that truly fit (..more or less)! 😌
Peace!✌️
At the moment, this track is exclusively available on SoundCloud.
Released on August 8, 2025.
©2025 Beating Edge

Lyrics:

We stand beneath collapsing skies,
While sirens slice the breathless dark.
Steel and flame in children's eyes,
Ashes fall where once grew parks.

We see mothers hold their breath,
Smoke replaces lullabies.
It’s not our soil, but we still feel
The echo of their silent cries.

They’re living on the edge of hell.
No flags can shield from what we see.
The cities burn, and clear as a bell,
It’s not a dream, it’s the edge of hell.

We read the screens, the endless scroll,
Where hope and fear are pixel-blurred.
From shattered towns to border walls,
The same old scream remains unheard.

No gods, no peace, just shattered ground.
Hope stitched in cloth and battlegrounds.
We watch through glass, we barely speak,
As one more future starts to leak.

They’re living on the edge of hell.
No bloodline shared, but we still bleed.
Bombs and silence cast their spell,
Dragging truth to the edge of hell.

No border stops a breaking heart.
The fire jumps from spark to spark.
From phone to soul, we feel the weight.
This fight is real and it won't wait.

Still standing on the edge of hell,
With shattered oaths and silent screams.
We light a match, we wish them well,
But deep inside we know what it means.

Maybe one day this war will fade,
And justice won’t be barricade.
But tonight we watch and damn, it’s near:
Hell’s not gone. It’s always here!

why would you kiss me if it wasnt forever?

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