Slow news day. Time to show off another set of lyrics. This one I wrote just recently as sort of a 'character assassination'. Although written with a certain person in mind (most of my songs that involve characters are) it could as well be taken on a general level. What level? Think media-hipsters.
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Papercut
Waking up at 2 PM from sleeping off another story
Digging in your graveyard as the moon shines out his hidden glory
Patter through the digest where he's mentioned in the footnotes that adore
When the city life's a bore he is sleeping on the floor to acquaint the ghetto lore
It was nice to be a youngster in a quest for being free
Looking forward to the revolution paved with gore debris
Seeing as the years have altered every notion within sight, he's still cutting veins and brains, though with a paper pure and white
All this status quo is grating, what we need's a good old fighting
He condemns your every song that doesn't speak for biting underdogs
And with a papercut he rips the group he said you're in in half
The city life's a laugh, so he loosens up his scarf, passing red wine with a barf
It was nice to be a youngster in a quest for being free
Looking forward to the revolution paved with gore debris
Seeing as the years have altered every notion within sight, he's still cutting veins and brains, though with a paper pure and white
Agitating as a newborn christ
Speaking up, dressing down for the kid on the block he missed out on to be
He wants to be alone as the man of everyone and remain in the sun with the ones being the youngsters in a quest for being free
Looking forward to the revolution paved with gore debris
Seeing as the years have altered every notion within sight, he's still cutting veins and brains, though with a paper pure and white
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Link to the recorded song:
Faculty - Papercut