re: Songs with dark, but profound, lyrics

A baseball bat, a baseball bat
Beside my bed
I'll wait around and wait around
And wait
I hear a noise, I hear a noise
Well I hear something
I am alone, you win again
I'm paralyzed

I drift away, I'll drift away
Am I asleep yet?
I hear a scream, I see me scream
Is it from memory?
Am I awake? Am I alone?
When is it sunrise?
A baseball bat, a thing of mace
Where did I leave it?

That thing of mace, that thing of mace
Where did I leave it?
A psychopath, a psychopath
He says he loves me
And I'm alone and I am cold
And paralyzed
I can't move

Tool - jerk off

Someone told me once that there's a right and wrong
Punishment was the cure for those who dare to cross the line
But it must not be true
For jerk-offs just like you and
Maybe it takes longer
To catch a total a-hole
But I'm tired of waiting
Someone told me once that there's a right and wrong
Punishment was the cure for those who dare to cross the line
But it must not be true
For jerk-offs just like you and
Maybe it's just bullshite
I should play God
And shoot you myself
Tired of waiting
Consequences dictate
Our course of action and it
Doesn't matter what's right
It's only wrong if you get caught
If consequences dictate
My course of action, I should
I should play God and just
Shoot you myself
Tired of waiting
Die now
Shoot it
Kick it
frick it
Shoot you in your fricking head

Tool - opiate

Choices always were a problem for you
What you need is someone strong to guide you
Deaf and blind and dumb and born to follow
What you need is someone strong to guide you
Like me
Like me
Like me
Like me
If you want to get your soul to heaven
Trust in me now, don't you judge or question
You are broken now, but faith can heal you
Just do everything I tell you to do
Deaf and blind and dumb and born to follow
What you need is someone strong to guide you
Deaf and blind and dumb and born to follow
Let me lay my holy hand up, hand upon you
My God's will
Becomes me
When he speaks
He speaks through me
He has needs
Like I do
We both want
To rape you
Jesus Christ, why don't you come save my life now?
Open my eyes, blind me with your light now
Jesus Christ, why don't you come save my life now?
Open my eyes, blind me with your light now
If you want to get your soul to heaven
Trust in me now, don't you judge or question
You are broken now, but faith can heal you
Just do everything I tell you to do
Jesus Christ, why don't you come save my life now?
Open my eyes, blind me with your light now
Jesus Christ, why don't you come save my life now?
Open my eyes, blind me with your light now
Deaf and blind and dumb and born to follow
Let me lay my holy hand up, hand upon you
My God's will
Becomes me
When he speaks
He speaks through me
He has needs
Like I do
We both want
To rape you
I had a friend once, he took some acid
Now he thinks he's a fire engine
It's okay until he pisses on your lighter
Kinda smells, kinda cool, kinda funny anyway
Satan, Satan, Satan, Satan, Satan
I had a friend once he took some ecstasy
Tried to marry me and every one in the room
He was sort of loving, kinda caring
Kinda tried to frick my La-Z-Boy
It got a bit messy all over the curtains
Arm chair covers, throw pillows, and carpeting
I'm getting bored, I'm getting bored
I'm getting bored, I'm getting bored
I'm getting bored, I'm getting bored
I'm getting bored, I'm getting bored

"How Soon Is Now?" - The Smiths

“Wendell Walker” by Andy Schauf is the first thing that came to mind.
Not exactly profound, but a dark story that makes a great song.




Wendell Walker was a friend of mine.
we'd stain our teeth in the summertime,
and with lips of purple, the winter would roll
past the boarded windows into our souls
and shake our weary bones.

now this past winter was the coldest in years.
it's hard to explain if you've never lived here,
but it locks your doors and starts your mind
thinking in circles just to pass the time,
and breaks your weary heart.

now Wendell Walker was a man of God,
but he didn't care much for his sober mind,
and when the cold mixed in he was turned around
heard the voice of God and the angels sound
a message just for him:

my son, my son, she is the devil's child
won't you save her while you can
cut down the other man.

now Wendell Walker was a friend of mine,
but he married too young in the summertime.
their hearts weren't ripe so they fell apart
and I found myself with a joyful heart
as our secret lives began.

we found our moments in between the hours,
when Wendell Walker drove his car to town.
but one day he found a letter that I wrote for her
on the top of her dresser and in his winter mind
he heard the voice of God say:

my son, my son, she is the devil's child
won't you save her while you can
cut down the other man.

with the voice of the lord ringing in his ears
and the note to his wife that confirmed his fears,
he sat down on the edge of the bed
read the letter again to see who'd sent it
but it was signed 'forever yours'.

he stood up slow like he'd just been hit.
walked into the kitchen where his wife was sitting
he said, "my mother called on the telephone
she says she needs some help so I'll be back in the morning"
and he grabbed his heavy coat.

my phone rang while I was watching the news.
she said the house was ours to cure these winter blues.
so I made my way, and we turned the blinds
and Wendell walked in just in time
to see our secret die and say:

my son, my son I'm gonna have to cut you down.
he pointed his rifle to my eyes
but his hesitating hands
were shaking from the cold.
so I pushed his gun away,
just as he found his strength.
and the bullet kissed her lips
and I cried:

my god, my god what have I done?
and he reloaded his gun,
and he put it in his mouth.
and I stood in the room that I'd created.

quote:

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Wendell Walker” by Andy Schauf

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Damn, that was rough.

Wicked Soul by Another Black Day



Here I am alone
Broken by my ghosts
Will they always haunt me when I'm drowning?

Shattered by my pride
Married to my guilt
And the road I walk is paved with sorrow

I've lost again
Dark days arise
Will I find the light?

Will you save my wicked soul?
If I swear that I'll change my ways

Will you save my wicked soul?
If I swear that I'll change my ways

Staring at my wounds
That I once had closed
Will they always burn me when I'm drowning?

Fighting for my pride
Try to shed my guilt
I've become a vessel for your torment

I've lost again
Dark days arise
Will I find the light?

Will you save my wicked soul
If I swear that I'll change my ways

Will you save my wicked soul
If I swear that I'll change my ways

Will you save my wicked soul
If I swear that I'll change

Will you save my wicked soul
If I swear that I'll change my ways

Save me save me
Won't you save my soul?

Rex’s Blues — TVZ

Tool- Prison Sex