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jason r. (vocaloid producer) - dampened notes lyrics

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an outsider they said
be normal like the others
oak drenched in flames
brewing up misfortune

go outside and play
you need another hobby
paper cuts unfold a mystery
i quote

get ready, hastily get going
do exactly what you’ve been told
you’ll rot alone
all flesh and bone

stop whining stop crying
no. stop trying to change who i am
if i rot i’ll still have my notes to quote

misbehavior has got me trembling
my happiness is stolen
tied in rope, the fire’s quaking
entertain us get rid of this brattiness

gather ’round altogether
sing your prayers while i bolt
the shed smelt of blood that’s old
but my goal was that d+mn boat
once a lock that’s polished up
elbow grease to fill god’s cup
hidden behind chains
my pride and joy

i feel brave i’m a winner
my thoughts overruled my limbs
i slipped and ate dust

strike a pose, fall in the flood
salted water kissed my lungs
my notes and i bled with unluckiness
stop the boat
the crystal water carried me to shore
but now as a corpse

see? that’s what you get!
for being introverted
oil stained the dirt
half my body’s missing

what do you regret?
the boat or your behavior?
quite honestly neither of them takes the cake

counselors searching for my body
hide and seek’s not easy
when your host’s a ghost
report him missing!
it’s too gorey
what about my say in this?
its ignorance!

i fear i’m too naive to realize my mistake
there’s no tears to shed
this camp has yet to know i’m dead

gather ’round altogether
sing your prayers while i bolt
the shed smelt of blood that’s old
but my goal was that d+mn boat

once a lock that’s polished up
elbow grease to fill god’s cup
slipped and fell, the engine wins
lets see how this fight ends…

phalanges replaced the oak
tarsals, femurs fuel the smoke
jot your scale in dampened notes
ten is painful, zero’s bold

campers spin around the oak tree
that’s been stripped of its cloak
you might see a ghost that’s filled with joy
honestly…?
the new me has freedom
from restrictive rules
that made life dreadful

tibulas and other bones
fed the engine of that boat
at least i still have my notes to flip through
paper cuts never fail to
keep me company like it had long ago…

- jason r vocaloid producer lyrics

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