baird
15-04-2008, 04:37 PM
Some of my songs:
Old Times:
The place I live is irrelevant,
my IQ is slightly down, it's rather low.
The existance of my god is absent,
He's not around here, no.
The heat of the world is causing us no trouble,
everything was better, everything was good.
Yup, we all got f*cked anal,
We got burned like f*cking firewood!
Well, mother, don't open the door,
I might come in and kill you all.
Keep it closed, you f*cking whore!
Grab the gun, it's a decoration on a wall!
Point it at me, do it quick,
Wipe those tears, forget about me.
Just listen to the softening music.
Just watch out for my inner beast, be weary!
[Organ solo]
Nothing can hold me back now,
I can't stop me anymore.
I feel like I'm being milked like a cow...
I feel like a milkwhore...
They're using me, as much as they can,
They're abusing me, I know they are.
I'm going back to where it began.
I'm going back to that first war.
[Guitar solo]
Now it's over, I'm back to when I was born,
when everything was beatiful...I was still being worn.
God, I hope you realize,
I won this battle, I won it thrice.
I got born, lived, and died,
No reason for you to hide.
Show your face, I want to see...
Who's responsible for killing me...
Responsible
Responsible
For
For
Killing
Killing
Mother...
Save my soul...
Punk Rock Lovers:
their mohawks are same height,
same color, they had it dyed.
their kiss makes some people sick,
as their kiss is more a lick.
his name tattooed in her neck,
her name tattooed on his back.
they're punk rock lovers,
lovers for life!
they're punk rock lovers,
she's his future wife!
they're punk rock lovers,
they hug and love and kiss!
they're punk rock lovers,
|music stops, I say|
and to be honest, his hair smells like piss!
|people laughing|
|music restarts|
he buys her chains and dyes her hair,
they hang out in their secret lair.
they smoke the same joint together,
they're punk rock lovers for ever and ever.
they hang out with the coolest guys,
they tell the cops a bunch of lies.
they're punk rock lovers,
lovers for life!
they're punk rock lovers,
she's his future wife!
they're punk rock lovers,
they hug and love and kiss!
they're punk rock lovers,
|music stops, I say|
and to be honest, his hair smells like piss!
|people laughing|
|guitar solo|
They like Bad Religion, The Ramones and stuff,
yup, that's right, it's punk rock love!
they have the same piercings in their ears,
they hear whatever the other hears.
they love the same music and such,
they talk so tough and hate the Dutch.
they're punk rock lovers,
lovers for life!
they're punk rock lovers,
she's his future wife!
they're punk rock lovers,
they hug and love and kiss!
they're punk rock lovers,
|music stops, I say|
and to be honest, his hair smells like piss!
|people laughing|
|silence|
|music restarts, a bit sadder|
but then, he almost gets an overdose,
coke and stuff stuffesd up his nose.
the drugs has pulled them apart,
but they're still in eachother's heart.
he quits the sh*t and dresses up,
she takes him back, even though he messed up.
they're punk rock lovers,
lovers for life!
they're punk rock lovers,
she's his future wife!
they're punk rock lovers,
they hug and love and kiss!
they're punk rock lovers,
|music stops, I say|
and to be honest, his hair smells like piss!
|people laughing|
F*ck the world:
[..] = Choir that sings what's between the brackets.
(...) = Normal background singing.
[(...)] = Choir & normal background vocals singing.
Children cry with nuclear laughter,
murderers are hiding from the slaughter.
Governmental lies, still they are so true,
is this what we're supposed to do?
Apathy has taken over, I don't care,
minds so bloated, filled with air.
[Shall I die?]
Do you dare?!
[Shall I cry?]
I don't care!
[Save us now!]
Why should I?
[Help us now!]
YOU MUST DIE!
Sacificed for my religion and belief,
take me to the land of makebelief!
Subliminal messages, all around,
safely hidden, can't be found!
Counting days, I fall asleep,
into my soul, fallen oh so deep.
(Shall they die?)
They don't dare!
(Shall they cry?)
I don't care!
(Save them now!)
Why should I?
(Help them now!)
THEY MUST DIE!
(As her eyes close, her ghost is leaving,
seemingly alive, yet decieveing.)
[An angry mind filled with blood,
blood that dried up like mud.]
I cry golden tears, tears of gold,
as I know I shall grow old.
[(Generations of seasons, hours and days,
generations of false hatred, acts and passion plays!)]
There's no tomorrow to care about,
only a government in disgrasefull doubt.
GUITAR SOLO
Why should I still care about what they've done?
I hope and know it's an illusion.
I'm so high on pain and hate,
this gun in my hand decides over your fate.
I might pull a trigger and there it goes,
the b*tchin' bullet deadlier than an overdose.
Drugs are bad, or are they good?
I don't know, I'm not in the mood.
Sexual passions of lust and flesh,
morbid attitude, this isn't fresh!
You're a stupid goddamn f*cking sh*t piece of no good punk ass b*tch, motherf*cker!
|Music stops as I say "motherf*cker"|
|Me talking|
Now, I might not go to heaven,
I might just go to hell.
I'm not on cloud nine, I'm on eleven.
I took the wrong turn, and then I fell.
My head is on fire, but it's so cold,
I'm on the run for myself I've been told.
I'm not crazy, I'm just insane,
I'm passing the cross at memory lane.
|Four seconds of silence|
1
2
3
4
I
NEED
SOMETHING
TO
HAVE
FAITH
IN!!!
|Music continues|
[Give God a chance.]
F*ck your god!
[It's like a romance]
It's a murder squad!
(At least give it a chance.)
I don't give, I only take!
(It's like a sweet romance.)
In which my heart will break!
Mommy, give me back my gun,
I am the Messiah's son!
I shall kill all unbelievers and rule the world,
my mind is f*cked, I think it's whirled.
Please, give me back my cross, my turban or my ferocious cry,
because for the sins of the humans, I have to die!
|Sound of a hammer hitting a nail|
|Scream of a man|
My self esteem is so f*cking low,
they're using me, like I don't know.
It's so hard to say no to it,
I know I should just quit the sh*t.
But I know it's impossible to do,
because the world is f*cking me and you!
Egoes are breeding,
while we are bleeding.
BURN IT DOWN TO THE GROUND,
F*CK IT UP, RELEASE THE HOUNDS!
|music changes to a more fun tempo|
Dude, I'm so high....
I think I might drop down and just...
die.
I'm losing it,
I love this sh*t.
Drugs ain't bad,
It's superrad!
I can quit any time,
I'm not addicted,
I'm just trying out.
|Me talking|
fine, then quit it now.
(YEAH!)
Let me just have one more joint,
I'm almost at my breaking point.
This trip is getting me so high,
so high, I MIGHT JUST DIE!!!
I'm innocent, but you blame it all on me,
I didn't do it, don't you see?
Problems grow and then they shrink.
At least, that's what they make you think.
|Music goes up to a faster tempo again|
Mass graves, genocide,
about who's fate do you decide?
I'll be straight to the point with you,
I...HATE...YYYOOOOUUUU!!!!
I'm gonna be who I wanna be!
I'm gonna do what I wanna do!
I'm not dead!
|Me talking|
at least, not yet...
WoMD
[sound of bombs exploding]
Mother, open the door for me,
chaos in town, all around I see anarchy
Weaponry of pain and hurt,
all the explosions that have been heard.
Ha! Ha! Ha!
I'm crying out loud to stop the bandits,
they are firing all their bullets.
Time will stop, forever never!
[child whispering] Open my eyes, am I alright?
Nobody hears the children cry,
soon they'll see their parents die.
What has happened, what went wrong,
to allow the weapons to sing their only song?
Ha! Ha! Ha!
No one cares about the millions that die,
No one cares about the millions that cry.
Take the weapons away from me,
[woman crying and shouing]please, remove the weaponry!
[guitar solo]
Husbands crying for their wives,
pain coming at them like knives.
[child whispering] Is this real? I hope it's not...
[sound of a door being broken down]
[sound of footsteps of about ten men entering a room]
[sound of a screeching door]
[child screaming] NO! DON'T TAKE IT AWAY FROM ME!
[child's scream slightly fading out]
[4 seconds of silence]
...
[gunshot]
[me screaming] GOD OF WAR, REVEAL THY FACE!
WHAT IS BEHIND THIS WEAPON RACE?!
I SHALL DESTROY YOU AND DESTROY THE PAIN...
So we can end this weapon chain...
and a poem I wrote:
Paranoia
Abberant sounds echoing through my head,
as gruesomely deformed skeletons of victimized children of war beg me for help...
Help I can not give them, for the necromancer has taken my soul.
If only this sickness would end, the rage would be stopped,
the world would be a much better place...
A utopia is not what I ask for.
I only want some peace.
Leave the people be, and let them live their lives.
Only then, our world will be in euphoria...
A thousand prayers of mothers going to their sons,
who are at war, with eachoter, with themselves.
The epiphany they shall undergo, in a flash it will be over,
yet they have so much to learn.
Idleness is forbidden, ignorance is life.
Entropy is given, while death is all around you.
Are we insane, or just apathetic?
No one will ever know.
But while I sit here,
in my warm and comfortable chair.
Mother Earth is slowly realising...
That paranoia is a blessing.
Old Times:
The place I live is irrelevant,
my IQ is slightly down, it's rather low.
The existance of my god is absent,
He's not around here, no.
The heat of the world is causing us no trouble,
everything was better, everything was good.
Yup, we all got f*cked anal,
We got burned like f*cking firewood!
Well, mother, don't open the door,
I might come in and kill you all.
Keep it closed, you f*cking whore!
Grab the gun, it's a decoration on a wall!
Point it at me, do it quick,
Wipe those tears, forget about me.
Just listen to the softening music.
Just watch out for my inner beast, be weary!
[Organ solo]
Nothing can hold me back now,
I can't stop me anymore.
I feel like I'm being milked like a cow...
I feel like a milkwhore...
They're using me, as much as they can,
They're abusing me, I know they are.
I'm going back to where it began.
I'm going back to that first war.
[Guitar solo]
Now it's over, I'm back to when I was born,
when everything was beatiful...I was still being worn.
God, I hope you realize,
I won this battle, I won it thrice.
I got born, lived, and died,
No reason for you to hide.
Show your face, I want to see...
Who's responsible for killing me...
Responsible
Responsible
For
For
Killing
Killing
Mother...
Save my soul...
Punk Rock Lovers:
their mohawks are same height,
same color, they had it dyed.
their kiss makes some people sick,
as their kiss is more a lick.
his name tattooed in her neck,
her name tattooed on his back.
they're punk rock lovers,
lovers for life!
they're punk rock lovers,
she's his future wife!
they're punk rock lovers,
they hug and love and kiss!
they're punk rock lovers,
|music stops, I say|
and to be honest, his hair smells like piss!
|people laughing|
|music restarts|
he buys her chains and dyes her hair,
they hang out in their secret lair.
they smoke the same joint together,
they're punk rock lovers for ever and ever.
they hang out with the coolest guys,
they tell the cops a bunch of lies.
they're punk rock lovers,
lovers for life!
they're punk rock lovers,
she's his future wife!
they're punk rock lovers,
they hug and love and kiss!
they're punk rock lovers,
|music stops, I say|
and to be honest, his hair smells like piss!
|people laughing|
|guitar solo|
They like Bad Religion, The Ramones and stuff,
yup, that's right, it's punk rock love!
they have the same piercings in their ears,
they hear whatever the other hears.
they love the same music and such,
they talk so tough and hate the Dutch.
they're punk rock lovers,
lovers for life!
they're punk rock lovers,
she's his future wife!
they're punk rock lovers,
they hug and love and kiss!
they're punk rock lovers,
|music stops, I say|
and to be honest, his hair smells like piss!
|people laughing|
|silence|
|music restarts, a bit sadder|
but then, he almost gets an overdose,
coke and stuff stuffesd up his nose.
the drugs has pulled them apart,
but they're still in eachother's heart.
he quits the sh*t and dresses up,
she takes him back, even though he messed up.
they're punk rock lovers,
lovers for life!
they're punk rock lovers,
she's his future wife!
they're punk rock lovers,
they hug and love and kiss!
they're punk rock lovers,
|music stops, I say|
and to be honest, his hair smells like piss!
|people laughing|
F*ck the world:
[..] = Choir that sings what's between the brackets.
(...) = Normal background singing.
[(...)] = Choir & normal background vocals singing.
Children cry with nuclear laughter,
murderers are hiding from the slaughter.
Governmental lies, still they are so true,
is this what we're supposed to do?
Apathy has taken over, I don't care,
minds so bloated, filled with air.
[Shall I die?]
Do you dare?!
[Shall I cry?]
I don't care!
[Save us now!]
Why should I?
[Help us now!]
YOU MUST DIE!
Sacificed for my religion and belief,
take me to the land of makebelief!
Subliminal messages, all around,
safely hidden, can't be found!
Counting days, I fall asleep,
into my soul, fallen oh so deep.
(Shall they die?)
They don't dare!
(Shall they cry?)
I don't care!
(Save them now!)
Why should I?
(Help them now!)
THEY MUST DIE!
(As her eyes close, her ghost is leaving,
seemingly alive, yet decieveing.)
[An angry mind filled with blood,
blood that dried up like mud.]
I cry golden tears, tears of gold,
as I know I shall grow old.
[(Generations of seasons, hours and days,
generations of false hatred, acts and passion plays!)]
There's no tomorrow to care about,
only a government in disgrasefull doubt.
GUITAR SOLO
Why should I still care about what they've done?
I hope and know it's an illusion.
I'm so high on pain and hate,
this gun in my hand decides over your fate.
I might pull a trigger and there it goes,
the b*tchin' bullet deadlier than an overdose.
Drugs are bad, or are they good?
I don't know, I'm not in the mood.
Sexual passions of lust and flesh,
morbid attitude, this isn't fresh!
You're a stupid goddamn f*cking sh*t piece of no good punk ass b*tch, motherf*cker!
|Music stops as I say "motherf*cker"|
|Me talking|
Now, I might not go to heaven,
I might just go to hell.
I'm not on cloud nine, I'm on eleven.
I took the wrong turn, and then I fell.
My head is on fire, but it's so cold,
I'm on the run for myself I've been told.
I'm not crazy, I'm just insane,
I'm passing the cross at memory lane.
|Four seconds of silence|
1
2
3
4
I
NEED
SOMETHING
TO
HAVE
FAITH
IN!!!
|Music continues|
[Give God a chance.]
F*ck your god!
[It's like a romance]
It's a murder squad!
(At least give it a chance.)
I don't give, I only take!
(It's like a sweet romance.)
In which my heart will break!
Mommy, give me back my gun,
I am the Messiah's son!
I shall kill all unbelievers and rule the world,
my mind is f*cked, I think it's whirled.
Please, give me back my cross, my turban or my ferocious cry,
because for the sins of the humans, I have to die!
|Sound of a hammer hitting a nail|
|Scream of a man|
My self esteem is so f*cking low,
they're using me, like I don't know.
It's so hard to say no to it,
I know I should just quit the sh*t.
But I know it's impossible to do,
because the world is f*cking me and you!
Egoes are breeding,
while we are bleeding.
BURN IT DOWN TO THE GROUND,
F*CK IT UP, RELEASE THE HOUNDS!
|music changes to a more fun tempo|
Dude, I'm so high....
I think I might drop down and just...
die.
I'm losing it,
I love this sh*t.
Drugs ain't bad,
It's superrad!
I can quit any time,
I'm not addicted,
I'm just trying out.
|Me talking|
fine, then quit it now.
(YEAH!)
Let me just have one more joint,
I'm almost at my breaking point.
This trip is getting me so high,
so high, I MIGHT JUST DIE!!!
I'm innocent, but you blame it all on me,
I didn't do it, don't you see?
Problems grow and then they shrink.
At least, that's what they make you think.
|Music goes up to a faster tempo again|
Mass graves, genocide,
about who's fate do you decide?
I'll be straight to the point with you,
I...HATE...YYYOOOOUUUU!!!!
I'm gonna be who I wanna be!
I'm gonna do what I wanna do!
I'm not dead!
|Me talking|
at least, not yet...
WoMD
[sound of bombs exploding]
Mother, open the door for me,
chaos in town, all around I see anarchy
Weaponry of pain and hurt,
all the explosions that have been heard.
Ha! Ha! Ha!
I'm crying out loud to stop the bandits,
they are firing all their bullets.
Time will stop, forever never!
[child whispering] Open my eyes, am I alright?
Nobody hears the children cry,
soon they'll see their parents die.
What has happened, what went wrong,
to allow the weapons to sing their only song?
Ha! Ha! Ha!
No one cares about the millions that die,
No one cares about the millions that cry.
Take the weapons away from me,
[woman crying and shouing]please, remove the weaponry!
[guitar solo]
Husbands crying for their wives,
pain coming at them like knives.
[child whispering] Is this real? I hope it's not...
[sound of a door being broken down]
[sound of footsteps of about ten men entering a room]
[sound of a screeching door]
[child screaming] NO! DON'T TAKE IT AWAY FROM ME!
[child's scream slightly fading out]
[4 seconds of silence]
...
[gunshot]
[me screaming] GOD OF WAR, REVEAL THY FACE!
WHAT IS BEHIND THIS WEAPON RACE?!
I SHALL DESTROY YOU AND DESTROY THE PAIN...
So we can end this weapon chain...
and a poem I wrote:
Paranoia
Abberant sounds echoing through my head,
as gruesomely deformed skeletons of victimized children of war beg me for help...
Help I can not give them, for the necromancer has taken my soul.
If only this sickness would end, the rage would be stopped,
the world would be a much better place...
A utopia is not what I ask for.
I only want some peace.
Leave the people be, and let them live their lives.
Only then, our world will be in euphoria...
A thousand prayers of mothers going to their sons,
who are at war, with eachoter, with themselves.
The epiphany they shall undergo, in a flash it will be over,
yet they have so much to learn.
Idleness is forbidden, ignorance is life.
Entropy is given, while death is all around you.
Are we insane, or just apathetic?
No one will ever know.
But while I sit here,
in my warm and comfortable chair.
Mother Earth is slowly realising...
That paranoia is a blessing.