Difference between revisions of "Songs of Rave Book 4"

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My genuine apologies for going way too hard. Please be advise all of this is just to make people laugh.

This is the book of Roman. These are songs form the band Funk Kill Blasphemy. Roman's clean vocals sound like Assemblage 23, Disturbed, Type O Negative or And One because that's how I imagine his voice. His metal voice is between Gorefest and Bolt Thrower. They have elements of many styles but focus on doom metal which features phenomenal beats that resemble being completely pulled out of body every time. It resembles running into a scary mythical thing that send a chill through your bone yet you are more curious to witness than afraid. The Growl vocal art style symbolizes biblical description of demonic voices. In which not all are inheritly evil. Switching from clean vocals to growl shows transition from man to spirit or creature.

Sterile

Sterilized

(Death Metal Growl)

When preparing infant formula (for baby)

You'll need to boil above 200 degrees

Let it cool for no more than 30 minutes

So that it remains at a temperature of at least 70C.

Bottled water is not recommended for making up feeds,

As it is not sterile (and may) contain too much, saaaaaaaaalt

(Sodium or sulphate!)

Steam!

Bleach!

Soak it!

Place disassembled feeding items into a pot

And cover with water.

Put the pot over heat and bring to a boil.

Boil for 5 minutes.

Remove items with clean tongs.

After sanitizing, place items on a clean, unused dish towel or paper towel in an area protected from dirt and dust. Allow to air-dry thoroughly before storing. Do not use a dish towel to rub or pat items dry because doing so may transfer germs to the items!!!

Wash!

Dry!

Stoooore... away! (Save it!)

Dissemble me!

Put me back together!

That's Roman (To your/the mother)

Reading Web MD

(Female robot: Hard pill to swallow) (x3) (Hard pill to, swallow)

(Metalcore Rap Groove)

Gotta have it!

Why can't I behave

I gonna widow my robotic wife

Reading Web MD

One foot in the grave

I'm an old man

With a chauvinist pain

Can't bare this *

Like it comes from mum's rage

This is bedtime stories

And her pass from her wild days

In cursive I rave

(Female whispers: Your heatline)

The equalizer is a visual effect

(Scream: My chest explodes, and still you're death!)

(Female whispers: I love you)

(Doom Metal Growling Hook/ Overlapping Verses)

(Iiiiiii... Iiiiii love youuuu)

Hearts equalized as the doctor writes

Rotting dead flowers

The angel scribes

These demon gripes

Hieroglyphs that withstand time

Rotting dead flowers

The angel scribes

These demon gripes

Hieroglyphs that withstand time

(Iiiiiii... Iiiiii love youuuu)

The angel scribes

These demon gripes

Hieroglyphs that withstand time

These demon gripes

(Scream: Hieroglyphs that withstand time) (Growl: Hieroglyphs that stand (equalized!) in time)

(Scream: My chest explodes, and still you're death!)

(Female robot: Hard pill to swallow) (x3) (Hard pill to, swallow)

Gotta have it!

(Doom Metal Hook Growl)

(Song is about artificial love or relationships out of dependance. Though it stands the test of time. The imaginary is an aging man desparate for immortality to be with is artificial wife who is also he care taker forever or to know if she will be where he will go. The first verse symbolizes youth at heart. The hard pill to swallow is to except things we cannot change. The second part is transition to a peaceful death with loves around him.)

Slime Girl and Demon Boy

(Doom Metal Duet (Yela, Cameila and Yoke female vocals) ~Rave Male Vocals)

(Verse 1)

~I know you're scum

(What do you mean?)

~But you look happy

(It's not what it seems)

~It doesn't give you the right to (protect your pain on someone else)

~(Be mine) together in your spirit

~I know a body is only half of it

(Your scorned, wouldn't fail you now)

~I am blue because you're green ~(just like the zombies skin)

(I am Pneumonia)

~I am the devil's son

(He is the fire in a dark spirit)

~She's life that grows in it

~(Be mine) together in your spirit

(Verse 2)

~How much? ~(You want it?)

~Priceless is not cheap

~Free sex (A free heart) I work for it

~(Give/bring it deh)

~(My soul is not for sale)

~(Free love) I work for it

(Rave Hook)

If we are one

Up lift us (Now!)

She is the parasite into my lungs

A form of ectoplasm

From this life reborn

Pneumonia

(Yela hook)

We are mum

You are my angel and demon

I'm your flesh

You are my Necromanomicon

Pneumonia

(will come) Reborn

(Verse 3)

~Feel it in my chest

~(Touch my/your breast)

~We succumb succubus (Incubus of my womb)

(Is there life in death?)

~Be my ~(it's all a guest)

~(together we are mum)

~(Pneumonia and the devil's son)

Troubled Boy

(Verse 1)

I prison my self to pay a debt of

Wake up groaning

I don't mind hostilities

It's the friendship that really bothers me

I am a troubled boy

To prove my point

I'll crucify myself

Medicate my sick memories

(Can't swallow that one) I lost my appetite

(But some days you fast for good health)

And I am well (by myself)

(Verse 2)

She thinks troubled boys are movies actors

But I'm the man who sits behind her camera

You only prove my picture of all girls

I'll be direct, I am a troubled soul

I'm not one for friendly sweet talk

Don't wastes my time

(Just tell me if you're good to go?)

(I just need sex) and a little help

In sickness and health (would you be there?)

I hate to depend, you of all people should know.

(Verse 3)

The hive mind said 'You're doing better'

It's like they thought I need acceptance

('The most Christlike when I don't believe')

(Now honoring a good man you killed long ago)

And though I bleed

I still feel sympathy (For them)

Is it too late (for crook apologies)?

They know not themselves

I'll forgive but can forget

I can't let it go (at least not yet)

Prison myself (of our debts)

Mama Didn't Feed Me Long Enough

(Joke)

(Hook)

I feel so sick

It make me weak

I don't understaaaaaaaaand

(Be a man)

I'm a grown man who can't keep his hands to his side!

The mama didn't feed me long enough!

Now I see why the villains are so fragile

I got this formula no mfer dears to try!

(Thrash Verse)

I pop a pill to fix her

Like mother with the spritzer

My magical elixir (Bling)

We were blitzkrieg at a mixer

I feel better than a Goodfella

So why I always check my shoulder?

This * paranoia

Sick old paranoia

I'll have a lemon water

With a miniature umbrella

Branch of mint, cucumber

A straw to dodge the pathogens

But still a cutty cleaner

Lord bless this holy water

She is my bread and butter

I'm fasting for tomorrow

But give a * a burger

I love a thick ol' beer girl

She likes to suck the bottle

And I wouldn't even kiss her

The lipstick marks a no-no!

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah-hahaha!

(Hook)

(Rave Verse/ Rave sons as kids shout back up)

The mama didn't feed me long enough

I want up-up and the suck-suck

I get something artificial

And it sux!

It (suck x2) sux!

It's plastic rubber

And it sux!

I need to find my nourishments!

So my head will be strong enough!

To get a proper opportunities

I want the best of breast lady!

Love me! I'm your baby! x2

Oh here it comes!

Unknown

 

Sound Effect

(Outro x)

I shake some keys, now she love me

Now shake some keys, for me

(This song comes with a new hand dance. That resembles reving a vehicle.)

Throat Song

(Rave Deepest Growl Vocals/Female Vocalizing Yodels that progress to sonic inhuman tones/Jiggy Tribal Beats)

She my late goddess

Of a of murdered demon crown

The throat song is sang

Let it make you strong

I heard a fatty yodel now

And I had to sing along

To speak in ancient tongue

Condra a thunderstorm

Y'Odin and the Siren to the plums

Calypso kiss the frog

Yah the throat song

Hear the howling sand

In the mountains ironcladded

Do you believe we're all burnt by the sun

We were made from clay and brown sand

The illuminated ones

Not the sons of man

I speak in Enochian

A black candle from an albino

Asian-Indian father star

Holy mother god

Magic Science

(Intense Death Metal Flow)

Every year of fortune

Increases the possibility

Of increasing tradegy

I done the maths to tell the future

Is in your hands

The palms of the fortune, teller!

(Cool Death Flow)

Green girl, Monkey palms!

Angel chic, holy psalm!

In Sunday school a foreign girl

Taught me how to spell a holy word!

She took my pencil in her hand

Shrunken head

Explosion

(Intense Death Metal Flow)

Failure to perform the ritual

Properly could mean grave consequences

For the grimoire

Only a mathematician of your craft

Would be able to draw a circle so perfectly

The hole which I immerge

(Disoriented Female Vocals: Manifest on me.)

(Cool Death Flow)

And what a masterpiece it is

You are god's gift

A close relation to life

And extremely violence

One to be desensitized by pain

Your soul separate from body

With complete sexuality

You employee the jumbee

(Disoriented Female Vocals and Rave: Why why you I enjoy it.)

(Hissing Outro x3)

What, does it mean?

What does it mean?!

Recycled BOP

(Growl)

Blackhole

The whole world is to be recycled

The garbage man comes with his pram in hand

I don't understand this dopamine rush

These adults get from petty backwash

(Whisper)

Where you going with that dragon son need a lamb to offer him

(Yell)

Let me feel it know I collect

Bring it for me let me push that trolley

(Whisper)

She got a coke bottle because her body might just decay slowly

(Yell)

Let me feel it know I collect bodies

Bring it for me let me push that trolley

(Yell)

Mommy I don't like school

It's the same numeric rules

Counting numbers to be amused

Recycled bop is in production

(Yell)

WOOOooaa

Here we go

(Growl Yell)

I'm a product of your technology

The things that we build

With intension to kill

Recycled bop is in production

Production

A Cl'ean Fr'esh Shave (Commercial)

(Rave Deep Male Singing like a Norse god)

Call him by name

To clean fresh shave

I trim my hair-air, air-hair

God kiss my head

I trim my face

Ree'vert my Age

I trim down deh

A sm'ooooth clean ace

Lord kiss my ace

(Hellebore High Female Annoying Singing like a maiden)

I clean down daaaaay

Lord kiss my faaace

A Cl'ean fresh shaaaave

To trim my hedge (x2) ( Rave: Heh-edge-eh-edge)

(Rave, Y'Odin and Hellebore)

I clean down deeeeh'

To trim my heeedge

Lord kiss my heeead (x3)

What's my problem? (x2)

(Whimsical male announcer talk: Rave's his and hers grooming products. The shave that will make you feel like a god. And she will feel it too.)

Quarantine

I remove myself!

The antibody is exuviating the spirit!

Of a neo dismissive!

To create I must isolate the parasite

In in my fabricated dimension