Extorris' Collection - Music Banter

11-01-2012, 01:13 AM	#1 (permalink)
Extorris Groupie Join Date: Oct 2012 Location: Escondido Posts: 11	Extorris' Collection Against better judgement, I've decided to post some of my poetry and lyrics on here. Some are very old, some are as recent as an hour ago. Feel free to give feedback and critique (as needed). Most are in the metal/industrial genre while some are meant for hip-hop and related fusions. I put them in spoiler brackets so I don't kill anyone with my great wall of China. I'll also add more later if anyone would like to read what's rattling around in my brain. I look forward to any and all comments! Cognitive Dissonance I wrote this when I was about 16 or 17, and it was the first "serious" anything I've ever written. Spoiler for Cognitive Dissonance (Poem): Caught in a whirlpool of ignorance and lies, The only way to save myself is a reprimand from life, This is the only way to eviscerate this nonsense of hate, But I wont resort to violence, although that’s the only way, Pierce the lungs of treason with the silver bullet of virtue, Anything you say now will only cause me to hurt you, Your babbles of mercy cannot save you from judgment, Everything I do, as always, will remain redundant, I smell this foggy air that seems to constantly surround us, I reach into my pocket; the same as a cavalier of unjust, Stab into your back - how does it feel when it’s done to you? Does it hurt? This subdue feels the same as your subterfuge, The angst I will always feel from your over dramatic ordeals will remain in my heart; whatever I felt for you, is now sealed, I hate what it has come to and I’m sure you feel the same, This has to be carried out - wallow in unforgiving shame, My index finger points in your direction as the authorities arrive, What made you do this? Whatever you contrive will be denied, Slit the throat of justice and throw it into an abandoned hearse, My strength WILL remain and you are forever cursed, I’ll END this ordeal in the most honest way as possible, I’m not bitter, I do not pity - for your pain is laughable, No insults, no fear, no heartbreak - for you are tiny, No remorse, no treachery - you’re shun by the almighty, There’s one more parcel of complaint that I feel, You could have saved yourself a hundred years of guilt, I understand what you want; but it’s something you’ll never receive, I’ll never cry before you and give into need, I do not want to leave with the air so stale, For years now you have given me hell, I finally see you for who you are by choice... You’re me trapped inside myself disguised as a voice. Clementine I wrote this a few months ago when I made peace with my daddy issues. It's similar to Cognitive Dissonance in terms of structure and words, but is much different in terms of context. Spoiler for Clementine (Progressive lyrics): Tangled up in your own misogyny, Burning up inside; internally - battling your inner demons, Knowing there is no freedom, Never having the right to, I no longer pity you, You had misfortune impending, ever since the very beginning, bragging on to your cohorts, covering up pain with retorts, Blindly swallowing all of it; Illogical faith in logic, Trudging with fallacies, Never minding the debauchery, They swallow all that is you, Confusing the truth with subterfuge, Meander-blocking every opponent, Reliving your past in this moment, Ignoring the banter was never your strength, Confessing to the piles you left in your wake, Remaining true to your code of deceit, Excuse me, "Your humanity has made you weak?" I refuse to bend over and take it, Man up! Your victims lie here naked, Stripped and torn from every angle, Beaten and scraped to be left mangled, I wear the scar of your treachery, A tyrant hellbent on misogyny, The irony is your castration, A caricature of the big, bad Satan, Your mouth is a septic tank, Your tongue is a tool of hate, Your hair brings Medusa to shame, Your limbs; inked with countless names, Your ears; sharper than addy blades, Your nose; finely trimmed passageways, Your brain; knows nothing but harming, Your eyes; more fierce than the polarvargen, Who the hell do you think you are? I ran, but you're never too far, You watch from a distance, Compelled by my existence, You were supposed to protect your kin, Too caught up in extra-marital sin, I may have been created by your water, But I was cast aside as a lamb to slaughter, You have no right to call me your daughter, and I REFUSE to recognize you as my father. A Stalker's Remorse This one was purely for fun and should *not* be taken seriously. I got my motivation from Suicide Commando who was and still is a pioneer and heavy influence in the more "electronic" aspect of Industrial. It is slightly explicit, but I tweaked it a bit for younger audiences. If it's too bad altogether, let me know and I'll remove it. Spoiler for A Stalker's Remorse (Aggrotech): Discrete and incomplete rush of euphoria, My dysphoria has never felt so glorious, My waiting, aching, pining, and shaking, Dissipating, fading, as she's awakening, Her smell, her breath; so faint, I sit on this branch with so much rage, Something tells me one day she'll realize, A dark shadow watches over her in agony, A black force arising from the peptides, One day, I will catch her and make her bleed, Soft spoken, broken, delicious piece of flesh, I captured a moment after her father left, Very cautious and nauseous at what he said, "You're pretty and this neighborhood is sick, You'll wind up missing or worse; dead!" Something tells me one day she'll realize, A dark shadow watches over her in agony, A black force arising from the peptides, One day, I'll catch her and make her bleed, I wander home one day after a night's collection, Pencils, hairbrush, undergarments, a text message, I breathe in shallow whiffs as I inhale her scent, I want to touch, squeeze and embrace her neck, One day, she caught me from afar, Most wanted man known from his battle scars, Before she could make the call, I was there, I pulled the ivory beauty by her blonde hair, I took her back to the loft to play doctor, I couldn't gather the strength to cut into her, So cold...so mean...I can't make her skin bleed.. She went for my knife and cut deep into me. Something tells me this day she realized, A dark shadow watched over her in agony, A black force arose from the peptides, She took my knife, slit, cut and killed me. Suicide This is an anti-suicide anthem I wrote when I lost a friend to it. I want to put some music to it, but can't find the motivation without balling my eyes out. Oh, well. If you've ever lost anyone to suicide in your life, then you can probably relate to this. Spoiler for Suicide (Metal): If you take your own life, Then you're a f*ing coward. Not to speak ill of the dead, But F* all of you who did. You left behind a mess, All of your families distressed, Even if you knew no one, Someone couldn't go on, All it takes is one EMT, One grand jury, And after you're buried, Say hello to purgatory. Cut your noose, Drop your knife, Spill the pills, Save your life! Save your life! Save your life! (Do not die!) Eulogy of a Mecca This one is about a friend I had a falling out with. I do miss him greatly, but our differences have completely severed our ties. He's actually quite famous (in the stompy/gothic community), but out of respect, I will not say who he is. Spoiler for Eulogy of a Mecca (Harsh EBM): On a portrait painted in bloodless marrow, We see a tarnished mecca in wrought, Walking on a marble ledge so narrow, Forgiveness is a thought always sought, It chastises the beckoning moon, Knowing salvation will never be obtained, It's lifespan will cease soon, Believing redemption will wash away the stains, screaming.. I will wait for you, No matter what the cost or stakes, I will bleed for you, Until my last breath fades, I will destroy this barracade... Even though it's heart never beats, It feels just like an ordinary, Redemption is everything it seeks, Regardless of it's majesty, It desires that which is beyond it's reach, Always ending in travesty, Absolution is a lie spewed through it's teeth, Always ending in tragedy, it screams.. I will wait for you, No matter the cost or tithe, Yes, I will bleed for you, Until the last drop ends my life, I will destroy this barracade, Joining in the angelic serenade, Your sorrows will be mine; Your malady my own, I raise your plectrum up high, Knowing I'll always be alone. and I will wait for you, No matter the cost or tithe, Yes, I will always bleed for you, Until the last drop ends my life.. Control The Fuse I had a wager with someone about writing a song in a 10 minute time-frame. The best one, according to another mutual friend, was the winner. I won and decided to keep it as a fun novelty. The topic of the race was "Televisions" Spoiler for Control The Fuse (Industrial Metal): Metallic framing held in place, Copper fielding in an unstable state, Fragile wires swirling in static, Lead shielding vibrating to create havoc, The magnetic beauty of it's core, Causes the neon to flicker and soar, Every circuit is plated and naked, IDE connectors serving as a blanket, Phallic shaped poles welded, Tubular cables attracted and hellbent, Everything comes together in your mind, To watch and hear all of society's lies! Keyboard Warrior Or Pixelated Idiocy. I can't decide. This is definitely one of the most weird songs I've ever wrote. It's all contradictory and confusing, but meant to be. It's about all the keyboard warriors safe behind their computers using pseudo intellect with search engines as their loaded gun. It is from the perspective of one of them, read at your own risk! Spoiler for Keyboard Warrior (Rap; Nerdcore): ~Verse #1~ Cognitive dissonance perpetuated by definitive ignorance, My aesthetic lyrical basis caresses your stimulus, Benign fallacies are given in my statements, Blatent, arbitrary, pretention conditions my fundemental redundencies; riddled with capriciousness, My hatred has faded, I'm so jaded by the changes in faces, my greatest creation is a sacred complication ..of..: ~Chorus~ Wholly, solely, fully, uncontrollably, completely Elitist, Speechless, unloquaciously meaninglessly gregarious, Sanctimoneous platitudes elude my disillusion, I have Xenophthalmia.. (I am a): Grammatical, invaluably astute keyboard warrior (I am a): Multinationale, linguistical, fallible and impractical (I am a.....) cunning linguist, listen carefully, My melody defines my absurdity, I warily and cordially ask formally, Graciously accept my erratic personality. ~Verse #2~ Perplexed and vexed at the lack of sex-ual pervasiveness displayed, exponentially laxed RGB equates to this mess of <ff0000 to the mother**ing 0000ff> F-F- the number one criminals, It is quite a literal miracle of terrible satirical pitiful unoriginal and deplorable individuals, Cauterize my corneas with euphoria; Phantasmagoria has never been so glorious; I spit these licks like a commitment to wit, bi*, Quick fix to a 40 with my mix tricked out to sh!t. ~Chorus~ Wholly, solely, fully, uncontrollably, completely Elitist, Speechless, unloquaciously meaninglessly gregarious, Sanctimoneous platitudes elude my disillusion.. I have Xenophthalmia.. (I am a): Grammatical, invaluably astute keyboard warrior (I am a): Multinational, linguistical, fallible and impractical (I am a.....) cunning linguist, listen carefully, My melody defines my absurdity, I warily and cordially ask formally, Graciously accept my erratic personality. ~Verse #3~ "The Man" messes up while the world runs amuck In midst of our bad luck with starstruck c----, Who think they can properly run a nation In divided corporations with dictation and notations of one Mason for a duration of four frustrations with deflation and inflation of rations with fixations on predation persua..s..and.. I'm so lost in translation... Cauterize my corneas with euphoria; Phantasmagoria has never been so glorious, and my hatred has faded, I'm so jaded by the changes in faces, my greatest creation is a sacred complication ..of..: ~Chorus~ Wholly, solely, fully, uncontrollably, completely Elitist, Speechless, unloquaciously meaninglessly gregarious, Sanctimoneous platitudes elude my disillusion.. I have Xenophthalmia.. (I am a): Grammatical, invaluably astute keyboard warrior (I am a): Multinational, linguistical, fallible and impractical (I am a.....) cunning linguist, listen carefully, My melody defines my absurdity, I warily and cordially ask formally, Graciously accept my erratic personality.