A Stranger Kind of Danger
Dark Comedy
"I think I'm slowly losing my mind". I though that constantly at this point cause I was finding dark humor more hilarious than usual. I was also listening to a lot of Deathcore, Metalcore and Electrocore music at the time and that's when more ideas for 'We Sank The Jolly Roger' (band) started coming out. Me and Cameron, my best friend went through some similar problems with love and living living situations. I was constantly waiting for something good to happen, but I was still confused.
"Goddamn Space Cowboy (Priests vs. Pornstars)" [Unreleased]
I'm on a wild goose chase
To redeem my lost faith
I've said blashphemous things
God will probably spit in my face
It's not impossible to learn to fly
Like a space cowboy in the sky
I just want to find something to believe in
Because I'm amost at the end of the road
*I'm not a believer
I don't want to be here
Who the hell said their religion was right?
I'm a deciever
I've got a fever
When I die will I be alright?
I'm on a mission
Making tough decisions
I've done dangerous things
Satan keeps making incisions
It's not impossible to fall in love
It's hard to let go of hate
Sometimes it's easier to forgive and forget
Even when your happiness is in debt
*I'm not a believer
I don't want to be here
Who the hell said their religion was right?
I'm a deciever
I've got a fever
When I die will I be alright?
Everybody wants money
So they can spend it on booze and honey's
If you pay close attention in church
They tell you that life will hurt
And in the bars and strip clubs
They will give you pleasure for fun
It's priests vs. pornstars!
*I'm not a believer
I don't want to be here
Who the hell said their religion was right?
I'm a deciever
I've got a fever
When I die will I be alright?
Soon I began to realized I was completely lost. My life did a complete 180 and I went from listening to stuff like Ween to listening to Slipknot. And I think that's where my demons were starting to take control of me.
"Here Comes The Grim Reaper" [Unfinished Song]
Hey fuckface how are you doing today?
How about we play a little game?
You will run and I will hide
I will show you what hell is like
I wanna slit your throat
Until you convulse and coagulate
I can't see well, it must be something that I ate
When you're laying on that hospital bed
Before I come you better hope you'll be dead
Here comes the Grim Reaper
He's not a skeleton, just a creeper
He's the person you've betrayed
You're about to be slayed
No place is safe so you better run fuckface!
Looking back on this song makes me laugh. I desperatly was trying to write a good Metalcore song, but it just couldn't simply be done; I think it was because I haven't felt like I haven't written a good song lately, so I was practically pulling songs out of my ass. No wonder they were shit. Ha! Anyone I decided to go back to square one, that turned out to be drugs. I started smoking more pot than usual and I was getting some inspiration, but not the kind that I wanted.
I was going completely insane from lack of satisfaction. I wrote some half assed lyrics and demo lyrics. I wanted to push my limits and just floor it on the gas pedal of my life. Life was going to slow for me. But I think I fucked that up too.
This next song was one of those demo lyrics. It's a haunting song about abortion and fucked up it is. It was one of those songs inspired my one of Marilyn Manson's genius songs.
"Dead Children" [Unfinished Song]
Kill your kids
Slaughter your own flesh and blood
Take it out
Ring us out
And throw us away
Crushing our lungs
While still inside
Several months before
You're even alive
Us dead children will
Come back to haunt you
When you're burning in hell
We are lost, but not forgotten
Just a pre-mature kill
"Goddamn Space Cowboy (Priests vs. Pornstars)" [Unreleased]
I'm on a wild goose chase
To redeem my lost faith
I've said blashphemous things
God will probably spit in my face
It's not impossible to learn to fly
Like a space cowboy in the sky
I just want to find something to believe in
Because I'm amost at the end of the road
*I'm not a believer
I don't want to be here
Who the hell said their religion was right?
I'm a deciever
I've got a fever
When I die will I be alright?
I'm on a mission
Making tough decisions
I've done dangerous things
Satan keeps making incisions
It's not impossible to fall in love
It's hard to let go of hate
Sometimes it's easier to forgive and forget
Even when your happiness is in debt
*I'm not a believer
I don't want to be here
Who the hell said their religion was right?
I'm a deciever
I've got a fever
When I die will I be alright?
Everybody wants money
So they can spend it on booze and honey's
If you pay close attention in church
They tell you that life will hurt
And in the bars and strip clubs
They will give you pleasure for fun
It's priests vs. pornstars!
*I'm not a believer
I don't want to be here
Who the hell said their religion was right?
I'm a deciever
I've got a fever
When I die will I be alright?
Soon I began to realized I was completely lost. My life did a complete 180 and I went from listening to stuff like Ween to listening to Slipknot. And I think that's where my demons were starting to take control of me.
"Here Comes The Grim Reaper" [Unfinished Song]
Hey fuckface how are you doing today?
How about we play a little game?
You will run and I will hide
I will show you what hell is like
I wanna slit your throat
Until you convulse and coagulate
I can't see well, it must be something that I ate
When you're laying on that hospital bed
Before I come you better hope you'll be dead
Here comes the Grim Reaper
He's not a skeleton, just a creeper
He's the person you've betrayed
You're about to be slayed
No place is safe so you better run fuckface!
Looking back on this song makes me laugh. I desperatly was trying to write a good Metalcore song, but it just couldn't simply be done; I think it was because I haven't felt like I haven't written a good song lately, so I was practically pulling songs out of my ass. No wonder they were shit. Ha! Anyone I decided to go back to square one, that turned out to be drugs. I started smoking more pot than usual and I was getting some inspiration, but not the kind that I wanted.
I was going completely insane from lack of satisfaction. I wrote some half assed lyrics and demo lyrics. I wanted to push my limits and just floor it on the gas pedal of my life. Life was going to slow for me. But I think I fucked that up too.
This next song was one of those demo lyrics. It's a haunting song about abortion and fucked up it is. It was one of those songs inspired my one of Marilyn Manson's genius songs.
"Dead Children" [Unfinished Song]
Kill your kids
Slaughter your own flesh and blood
Take it out
Ring us out
And throw us away
Crushing our lungs
While still inside
Several months before
You're even alive
Us dead children will
Come back to haunt you
When you're burning in hell
We are lost, but not forgotten
Just a pre-mature kill