This album is a tribute to the Forsythe family—the preachers, the tech moguls, and those who have sacrificed our nation’s integrity for profit, aligning with complicity in a system built on exploitation. You have belittled me, scorned my love, and shattered my spirit. But now, the cycle of your abuse ends here.
This album isn’t just a collection; it’s a living testament that will continue to evolve, capturing every moment you choose to diminish and devalue me.
To Lee Owen Forsythe, Sandra Forsythe, Vivian Forsythe, Ian Forsythe, Keith Forsythe, and Silent Pendulum Records: Prepare to face the consequences of your actions. You will come to regret everything you’ve done to this man.
“The Forsythes” by Not of Man is a brutally honest and heart-wrenching exploration of childhood trauma, abuse, and the complex journey from victimhood to empowerment. The song dives deep into the harrowing experiences of a child subjected to severe mistreatment by their father, mother, and stepmother, creating a vivid narrative that resonates with anyone familiar with the dark realities of abuse.
The lyrics unfold a poignant tale of transformation, as the innocence of a child is shattered through violence and neglect, painting a stark picture of the psychological impact of such experiences. The lines “The abused child became the protector, / The devil became the god” highlight a significant shift in the speaker’s identity, as they navigate their painful past and emerge as a figure of strength and vengeance. This transition from victim to hunter encapsulates the struggle for agency that many survivors face, illustrating an emotional journey marked by resilience.
One of the most striking aspects of the song is the repeated refrain: “Speak no evil because nothing is truth, / As a child, fear was beat into you.” These lines underscore the silence often enforced in abusive environments, suggesting that denial and deception become ingrained in both the perpetrators and the victims. This haunting reminder of the psychological scars borne by the child challenges listeners to confront the reality of life in abusive households—where truth is obscured, and fear reigns supreme.
The raw power of the lyrics is further amplified by the opening confession: “I was the one who needed help, / In hell, a little child beat to shit.” These words deliver a gut-wrenching invitation to empathize with the speaker’s suffering and disillusionment. The visceral imagery evokes an immediate recognition of the brutality and neglect faced by countless children, driving home the staggering weight of their plight.
In recounting the failures of institutional systems meant to protect children, the verse “The government sent to protect a child, / Put them in a home of abuse” highlights a deep betrayal. It emphasizes how societal structures can sometimes perpetuate trauma rather than alleviate it, deepening the disillusionment for a child already grappling with immense pain. This poignant critique invites reflection on the systemic issues surrounding child welfare and abuse.
The transformation from victim to hunter culminates in lines such as “No longer the victim, / But the hunter now stalking you,” signaling a reclaiming of power and agency. The speaker’s journey towards empowerment is encapsulated in the call for accountability in the final verses, where they chant, “The game has begun. / Time to expose you.” This declaration underscores the theme of redemption and the important struggle for survivors to bring truths to light.
The closing section of the song, calling out names like “Lee, Sandy, Ian, Vivian,” serves as a powerful reckoning. It speaks to the importance of remembering and confronting those who have caused harm and signifies the solidarity of survivors. By naming names, the song transforms personal pain into a collective call to action, urging listeners to acknowledge the faces of abuse.
Overall, “The Forsythes” is a powerful and evocative piece that captures the multifaceted experience of trauma while simultaneously advocating for the resilience of the human spirit. Not of Man melds haunting melodies with impactful lyrics, creating a visceral connection that compels listeners to reflect deeply on both individual and societal responsibilities in addressing and preventing abuse. It is a profound reminder that those who have been harmed can—and often do—rise from their pain to reclaim their power, seeking justice and healing along the way.
“Forsythe”
“The abused child became the protector, The devil became the god, Now it’s time, We all even these odds.” DIE bitches!” I was the one who needed help, In hell, a little child beat to shit, I begged, I needed someone to hear it, You mocked, abandoned, and belittled. You destroyed the child before they were a man, And act as if you never played a hand. Looking at a child in filth, Why? Dad did you marry this cunt ? Speak no evil because nothing is truth, As a child, fear was beat into you. But looking upon your dying family, Changes the perception of things. I overcame the pain, sat and dealt in the rain, Knowing the reality of what I can do, Leaves that itch from fear in you. No longer the victim, But the hunter now stalking you. Reached out in love to be mocked again, Why do you think I will ever let you back in? Nothing I did was in vain for you, I did it out of love, and you treated me like a fool. I guess, like the saying goes: fool me once, But twice the game ends with you. The projector is a film of the beating, You hid within Speak no evil because nothing is truth, As a child, fear was beat into you. But looking upon your dying family, Changes the perception of things. I overcame the pain, sat and dealt in the rain, Knowing the reality of what I can do, Leaves that itch from fear in you. No longer the victim, But the hunter now stalking you. Then the government sent to protect a child, Put them in a home of abuse. Broken them down and left them alone, Drugged and silenced, white walls, And restraints on a twelve-year-old. A mistake, you see, I know fear, I know pain, I am the devil. Knowing no matter what you do, I will leave a stain, So at the end of it, everything, I left everyone behind. I stood tall and never backed down, You think you could really beat me down? A child born to be a killer, But found a loving hand. Now break down the lies, For all of man. The one you harmed, The game has begun. Time to expose you, And let the end run. We will own time And history, no matter how badly You think you could silence me. We have stepped on all of you, Now get the fuck out of our way, And soon you will see. Speak no evil because nothing is truth, As a child, fear was beat into you. But looking upon your dying family, Changes the perception of things. I overcame the pain, sat and dealt in the rain, Knowing the reality of what I can do, Leaves that itch from fear in you. No longer the victim, But the hunter now stalking you. Now we want to see, The end of you. “Let’s play the game, Let’s call out the names: Lee, Sandy,Vivian, It’s time to pull teeth“Burning Down The Family”
1 .2 .3 .4 soon the truth is at your door Dear mother, Hope this song finds you awake, As you hear these truths unfold, Know the trust you chose to break. You lied, deceived, and betrayed me, Used my pain for your gain, A child lost in your chaos, Left to suffer in disdain. Burning down this family, Never felt so good, Wishing you endless agony, For the harm you’ve wrought, it’s understood. Here to break the silence, Eliminate all the threats you’ve cast, In shadows where I trembled, I’m rising up at last. Dear father, You were meant to keep me safe, But your hands were tools of cruelty, Your love—a twisted fateful wraith. Gaslit, manipulated, You turned trust into fear, The soul of a child shattered, Longing for a life more clear. Burning down this family, Never felt so good, Wishing you endless agony, For the harm you’ve wrought, it’s understood. Here to break the silence, Eliminate all the threats you’ve cast, In shadows where I trembled, I’m rising up at last. Dear stepmother, My body is mine to defend, You took the love I should have felt, And twisted it, my heart to rend. “Sit still, don’t speak, just obey,” You bound me in your chains, Thought I’d bow to your darkness, But my spirit still remains. You were warned a decade back, This was the path you laid, Blind to the fire you’ve ignited, Thinking I’d just fade. Do what needs to be done, So my truth can finally break free, Now they see, I won’t play victim, I’ll rise and claim my destiny. Burning down this family, Never felt so good, Wishing you endless agony, For the harm you’ve wrought, it’s understood. Here to break the silence, Eliminate all the threats you’ve cast, In shadows where I trembled, “Keith”
the blood of mine is filth, it’s vile and deformed my soul was broken the day that I was born. the brother of the devil, a toy to make me cry, a liar and abuser, just a puppet in your lie. mommy played you like a fiddle, you god damn fool, now you’re stuck in this riddle, just a sad little tool. how does it feel to know you married your mother and now have nothing left to show for your blunders? broker and begging, in shadows you creep; little boy, now you belong to the darkness I keep. needing a hand, I was always near, searching for a voice, to calm all my fears. you needed a home, but found a new slit, forgot who supported the life that you split. this pattern repeated, the laughter, it sneers, the shadow it feasted on your deepest fears. how does it feel to know you married your mother and now have nothing left to show for your blunders? broker and begging, in shadows you creep; little boy, now you belong to the darkness I keep. You lied and you hurt, thinking mommy’s your shield; always on her side, your truth is concealed. the world that you roam is a trap made of lies, sold to you by a monster with deceiving eyes. she locked me away, abuse held me tight, and now my voice rises, to reclaim my fight. my head smashed against the wall that stood tall, this simple act was to shield you all. now what you don’t grasp is the chain has been loosed, and now here comes my hand, you’ll see I’m not reduced. nothing you do will allow you to run, you abused the children just like your father done. you’ve ruined yourself, and I’m finished too; the shadow now claims all the remnants of you. how does it feel to know you married your mother and now have nothing left to show for your blunders? broker and begging, in shadows you creep; little boy, now you belong to the darkness I keep. THE DARKNESS I KEEP THE DARKNESS I KEEP THE DARKNESS I KEEP THE DARKNESS I KEEP Now its time for you to sleep04. How To End Abuse
Death, beatings, murder, prisons, court, rape, All before junior high, nothing could touch The dark in my eyes, Smile, there’s no need to cry! If you knew the images, behind my eyes, You would crumble, beg for a light. I’ve lived here so long, darkness becomes bright, The pain feels good, knowing the truth, Time to turn you to soot. Watching your skin burn, how’s it to see the face? Understand you never listened, now your pain feels good to me. Why should I feel differently? Put yourself in my place, alright? Watching death firsthand, seeing more than the average, Understanding the world’s plan, being mocked for the truth. Suddenly you see, you were just the tools. Sympathy for who? You? Watching your skin burn, how’s it to see the face? Understand you never listened, now your pain feels good to me. Why should I feel differently? Put yourself in my place, alright? Nothing you do will stop me, I’m the god behind it all, The one who points and then gets to watch you fall. This isn’t revenge; it’s justice, don’t forget, You mocked my pain when I reached out in love. You made this game. You were told to stay away, yet you came to play, The narcissist will lose; I am what I am, no excuse. I will end this all, this is how to stop abuse. Watching your skin burn, how’s it to see the face? Understand you never listened, now your pain feels good to me. Why should I feel differently? Put yourself in my place, alright?
This is a crew of snowflakes who foolishly think they can mock the struggle of Not of Man. Ian Forsythe, the last founding member left, can’t even play an instrument or lay out a basic song. His father is the one referenced throughout the “Shadows Call” album. When Ian talks about making music, it’s really just him barking orders at others, since he has zero musical talent himself. Their so-called “singer” can pick up any instrument and still not play it. They’ve even made videos where they shoot and behead Not of Man, brazenly admitting it was a diss track.
Now, Ian Forsythe, we’d love to hear your explanation for how you call yourself a metalhead when you grew up jamming to Smash Mouth and Bayside, cruising around in your paid-for school cars, while Not of Man built everything from scratch! It’s painfully obvious that you’re just an imposter trying to wriggle into the music scene—clearly a snowflake socialist who backs Bernie Sanders. Not of Man rejects labels and has turned down numerous offers—you know this, and your father knows it. Their art belongs to them, and they are not sellouts. You, on the other hand, are just a carbon copy of what they’ve created