Misanthrope
slow dark trap with symphonic doom influences, calm cold deadpan sinister male vocals, vocal glitches effects reverb echo, slight dubstep influence, dark synth glitches, strong nu metal influences
Misanthrope
slow dark trap with symphonic doom influences, calm cold deadpan sinister male vocals, vocal glitches effects reverb echo, slight dubstep influence, dark synth glitches, strong nu metal influences
Lyrics
DISCLAIMER:
This song is NOT a call to action
This song is not about me.
This song is merely displaying an existing perspective.
Make your own judgement if you prefer to judge.
Thank you
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intro
I blame my own parents for that I was born,
a soul trapped in skin of an evolved ape's form,
I hate all the humans that's including me,
I drown in my darkness caged by misery.
This curse (we sow)
From hell (below)
Our birth (the crime)
Our love (the grime)
This curse (we sow)
From hell (below)
Our birth (the crime)
Our love (the grime)
I want to destroy them but I am restrained,
this blight on the earth deserves nothing but pain,
polluting possessing they think they're so good,
they're endlessly stressing for a morsel of food.
This curse (we sow)
From hell (below)
Our birth (the crime)
Our love (the grime)
This curse (we sow)
From hell (below)
Our birth (the crime)
Our love (the grime)
I wished the apocalypse ruined their lives,
a humanless earth where true nature survived,
I'm cursing my kin who have never enough,
I shower our species with venomous love.
This curse (we sow)
From hell (below)
Our birth (the crime)
Our love (the grime)
This curse (we sow)
From hell (below)
Our birth (the crime)
Our love (the grime)
I scrape at the smiles in this concrete diseased,
a theater of kindness designed to appease,
they simper and promise with poison on tongue,
their hymns for the wretched from privileged lungs.
This curse (we sow)
From hell (below)
Our birth (the crime)
Our love (the grime)
This curse (we sow)
From hell (below)
Our birth (the crime)
Our love (the grime)
They cloak all their hunger in virtue and art,
then plunder the beating world’s shuddering heart,
they preach of connection while building the wall,
the hollowest echo, the most wretched call.
This curse (we sow)
From hell (below)
Our birth (the crime)
Our love (the grime)
This curse (we sow)
From hell (below)
Our birth (the crime)
Our love (the grime)
I’m gagging on incense they burn to disguise
the stench of the rot blooming bright in their eyes,
their rituals, empty; their compass, a lie,
a planet of maggots beneath a clean sky.
This curse (we sow)
From hell (below)
Our birth (the crime)
Our love (the grime)
This curse (we sow)
From hell (below)
Our birth (the crime)
Our love (the grime)
outro
This curse...
From hell...
Our birth...
Our love...