Memento

in #dsound6 years ago


This was a dirty little number I wrote for my project The Purgatory EP, this version is the Qrittix version and it's definitely my favourite! It came first place in our Sound Legion remix competition for the EP songs and there were some great entries as well! It's a don't fuck with me sort of song and I think it comes across, the third verse could have been better but I feel like I already killed it on the first and second, especially the second! ''I blow my own trumpet, suck my own dick and toast my own crumpets'', standard! Lol

Here's the lyrics.

Verse 1:
This is poetry in motion, from the soul in me that’s broken; unspoken words always do seem to start with a stutter, I’m a fucking bowling ball rolling right into the gutter, I’m sick of these cunts, thinking they’re in a position to judge, I picture the blood of a thousand slaughtered pigs in the mud, I’m pretty much just a prick who, suffers from a condition, someone make it official, I’m allergic to the sun, what’s the verdict, am I nuts? I feel like I could murder anyone at any minute, all I’m try’na say is I prefer the shade, fuck, what the fuck is it gonna take, another day, another dollar, I just wanna fly away, what’s your monetary gain, put a collar on your faith, it’s a solitary state, I’m from, I’m sorry for the pain, but your tears put colours in the rainbow, pain so deep, it’s like a tattoo on your veins, when the angels come for free, but the devil is on the payroll.

Chorus:
And they all fall down x3
So here’s a memento,
Remember me,
Coz when you sleep,
I’ll be in your dreams.

Verse 2:
Give me art in its purest form, let’s start with a new reform, it’s always darkest ‘for the dawn, and I’m the type of guy to rip out the heart of a unicorn, you see a mythical creature, all I see is a fucking dickhead, I’m the star of this porno, I go harder then all those, pricks, the ball rolls quick, everybody’s talking in Morse code, in all those writtens, with a piss poor flow, while I’m sore throat spitting, in everybody’s fucking face until their jaws don’t swing anymore, fuck it, before I fall off the edge and plummet, I’ll jump it, I don’t need your fucking approval, I blow my own trumpet, suck my own dick, and toast my own crumpets, you must be sick to your stomach, you wanna start causing trouble, I wasn’t gonna burst your bubble or include you in the scuffle, but Firebrand means fuck all without Majik and Suttle, so shut up! You’re the one who fucked it up you prick, and tell your bitch to shut her mouth or I’ll undo my belt buckle.

Chorus:

Verse 3:
Any minute this could be the end, I don’t really need a friend, I just need a pen, you can read ‘em and weep, this is V for Ven-detta, yeah it’s me against them again, when an artiste, must step into the leopard pen, fuck ‘em all, these are Peter Pan dreams, I’m a dealer and a fiend, full arena anarchy, I’m a free man caught, in a bear trap, pause, make an animal of me and it’s a penny for your thoughts, inception, we’re the children of the corn, I’m digging up a corpse, I’m kicking a dead horse, so grab your pitchforks and your torch, and let’s have a talk, coz torture porn has always been a form of entertainment, all them windy rainy days inside should finally fucking pay off, all that time alone, isolated, I’ve gone insane, I became a scatter brain along the way, it’s fun to play a friendly game of chess with Osiris, the meaning of life is.

Thanks for listening.



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