Ren - Vincent's Tale The Bedroom (altyazı ve şarkı sözleri)
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Ren - Vincent's Tale The Bedroom (en) şarkı sözleri
Anger
Have you ever felt anger?
With nowhere to place it
Vincent felt cold, neglected,
and jaded
Impotent
Empathy castrated
Look for the new thing
Always look for the new thing
But never look inside
Never look within
Within, without, above, below
Same thing
Wait, it gets deeper than that
The insane thing is
Sane men living in insane terrain
Can turn insane
Brains that are kind of deranged
Strange
Without the factor of cause and effect
Factually, the man's a casualty
of constant neglect
Let's start at the start
Vincent was born in the dark
Home birthed to a mother painted
scars on her arm
Track marks from the dragon
China white in her palm
Shooting up the birth canal
Vinny fell out like yarn
Tumbled out, himself unravelling
And that was the theme
Exceptionally average grades
Sprayed with low self-esteem
From the fire to the frying pan
Painting it green
When it's the cash that rules everything
around me, C.R.E.A.M.
Get the money, funny Vinny
He weren't ever good at hustling
Shitty jobs that he was
dead end, stuck in
Started a combustion, nothing
Pulled him out of debt
The debt collectors rushing
To be stripping him of everything
Eventually there's nothing
The cycle is a cycle
For a psychopath on ice
The day repeats, the days are weeks
The weeks are most your life
When the day's done
It's the same one
It's a repeat
It's a rerun
A deja vu religion
A foreboding
Of a prison
Oh Britain
Great Britain
Hail Britannia, rule the waves
We started out with intentions
And we ended up like slaves
Drink to kill the tension
But the drinks cost your wage
What helps you
Is what kills you
When you're living to decay
And go it goes
Vinny starts to drink to let go
Soon he's drinking 'cause
when he don't drink
Every day is a day on death row
So he drinks so he don't have to think
Mercy
Tastes bittersweet
When the spirit that's inside of him
Sinks in his teeth
And the months turn over
May to October
More days pissed than the
days he spent sober
Skin looks older
Demeanour gets colder
Sledge hammer swing to that
chip on your shoulder
A cold, cold prison
Deep in alcoholism
40% proof, no juice
Inhibitions get loose
Bad decisions and taboos
When you're living for the booze
Who's who? He'll lose himself to
One too many
One, two, three shots down
Drown those sorrows up in London Town
If we in for a penny
We in for a pound
Fate comes full circle
Now it's Vinny boy's round
(Yeah, yeah. Yeah, yeah. Yeah,
yeah. Yeah, yeah. Yeah)
(Yeah, yeah. Yeah, yeah. Yeah,
yeah. Yeah, yeah. Chee!)
Sirens start singing as the
screws murder silence
Stand on my Miranda
My right to remain violent
One man's resistance is
another man's tyrant
When tyrants make the law
They go to war with non-compliance
Locked up, Vinny been locked up
Since his mother knocked up
Kiddie grew up fast
Pulled his socks up, chop, chop
Keep that credit topped up
Time is money, tick, tock
Quantify the price upon your soul
And then it's chop shop
Not particularly special
Vinny spent his life a vessel
For the musings of the devil
Repetition caused some issues
Turn the Hyde into a Jekyll
Building pressure in the kettle
Bubble up to boiling level
Oh mad, he's a mad lad
Fallen on a warpath
Vinny split the atom
Like a Nagasaki bloodbath
Skies are raining black ash
Copper car lights flash
Red and blue kaleidoscope
Some folks don't like that
Hmm... never mind
Just a victim of society
The one that serves you alcohol
Then sells you your sobriety
The one that sells you sex
As it pedestals virginity
The one where we elect these lying
pests with gullibility
One to the two to the three to the one
Our boy spun his own web
Fed tarantulas come like
9 to the 9 to the 9 for his crimes
Timelines intersect
Richard's fate was designed
Paint the picture, set the scene
It's two thousand and nineteen
Richard and a boy named Screech
The hands of fate, they
touch and reach
Siblings buried, blood it bleeds
Etched in Richard's memories
Thoughts are muddled, troubled sleep
Takes a time of absent leave
Hitting the bottle to soften the blow
When the war's with yourself
then there's nowhere to go
And his friends on the force
They don't call, they don't show
Go to therapy regularly,
seem to plateau
And this po-po went loco in woe
So low that his mojo no more
No rebound, no yo-yo and so
The time it moves slow-mo
You see the case was never closed
'Cause the motive was confusing
Orphan killed his sister
But his sister was removed when
Their mother died in childbirth
But dying womb life bring
The cycle of samsara
Always was quite amusing
Brother killed his sister
But the records seemed to show
The brother never met his sister
Didn't even know
So the tragedy
Was a catastrophe of fate, fucked up
Richard's losing sleep
While his whole family's tucked up
The five stages of grief
Is a common psychological model
Often used to provide reassurance
To all those stricken by loss
For loss comes with a
cost like frost bite
Shockingly cold
Paving the road to decomposure
Decomposing your soul
One: Denial
Pretending for a while
Reality retired
But everything is changing
Richie lost the will to smile
How to reconcile
When murdering a child?
The second stage is anger
Feel it bubbling the bile
Anger, damn the man that served
The hand that wrote the plan
If God has will that's good and grand
Then damned we are
We all are damned
Forsaken by creation
Revelations Richard cannot stand
The third stage is bargaining
Begging God for second chance
"Lord, I know it is a reach -
But I'm begging on my knees -
Resurrect the boy, James -
Resurrect the boy Screech -
I'll devote my life to thee -
I will live a life of peace"
Stage four is depression
That's a lesson taught in grief
Depression
Demonic like possession
That feeds upon his spark for life
No water is refreshing
No sunlight brings him warmth
No sleep will ever bring resting
His guilt and doubt are oh so loud
The silence sounds so deafening
Depression, depression
The numbing of expression
The negative obsession
Ruminating in oppression
Stressing is a lesson
When your mind begins reflecting
That's stage number five
Five is acceptance
Souls get shaken up
The road's never quite ideal
But slow rise, dust it off
And let me tell you something, Richie
Man I'm proud
‘Cause you pulled a stitch
from the seam
The wound was open, weeping
Felt like a regression
But that flesh was set for healing
You wrestled imperfections
Misdirections, walked with deamons
Most deamons are a fallen angel
Truth has double meanings
Perspective disconnects the trauma
Trauma turns to lessons
The biggest curse you'll ever face
Could be your greatest blessing
Remember in the darkest times
No need for second guessing
No path is ever linear
A stumble leads to stepping
You're a soldier
A scholar of life's sorrow
And day follows day
There will always be tomorrow
When it get colder
Whatever
It's only weather
Rain feeds the crops
Lets 'em grow, think clever
I'm so fucking proud of
you, Richie my boy
I know your itchy, my boy
To get to work and deploy
Serve and protect my don
In for the right reason
I know you think you done wrong
But look at who you become
It's your first day of work, big man
Hold that head up high, my friend
Come on
We're all proud of you, Richie
I hope you get out there and smash it
I mean, what could go wrong?
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