1. |
Fame
03:10
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I hope I am fulfilled
This dream is all too real
I'm now rising to fame
It gets so overwhelming
Watching your rep changing
Now nothing's ever the same
Take advantage ‘cause you'll never know
How your rising fame will ever show
People talk behind my back
And they don't ever cut me slack
‘Cause what's the point
I'm famous
Even though they kiss my ass
They'll turn on me behind my back
‘Cause it's a part
Of fame, yes
Who knows when this'll end
So damn it let me send
My pseudo hugs and kisses
And if I ever go
And start to feel so low
Just remember the bitches
Take advantage ‘cause you never know
How your rising fame will ever show
Famously famous fame
It's a part of fame
This is fame
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2. |
Bottle
03:10
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Bullied nothing new
Feeling very blue
Growing and adapting
Doing absolutely nothing
Until one day it burst
Underestimate the weaklings
Year by year
‘Til they free their feelings
And shed tears
But these tears are deadly
When you're near
Once you hear the screaming
Then you'll fear
Classmates taunting away
Madness an erupting earthquake
Teachers are so useless
Victims shunned to the abyss
And still that day it burst
Do them a favor
Stay away
You're not that special
To make them pay
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3. |
Shootbomb
03:17
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Aim your foreign weapon Sgt. Sleaze
March those steps in green until at ease
Get those fingers ready, don’t you sneeze
Now man up if you don’t want to sink
You shoot me, I shoot you
My guns can go cuckoo
You bomb me, I bomb you
My bombs can go boom-boom
Let us kill some more civilians
Strut your stuff just like a true villain
Go locate the tank that you’ll be in
Now say grace for all your future sins
Ich bin ein Mann
So böse wie der Teufel
Ich bin ein Mann
Verrückt wie Gott
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4. |
Frustration
02:15
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Brought into earth
By force and not by choice
With expectations
From both parents
And such expectations
Were so high
That when baby grew up
He made them furious
I don’t see the point in living life
If all I like to do is play with knives
Because nobody loves me
The way I want them to
It makes me so frustrated
My mom and dad claim
That they love me
But what I don’t get is
Why they’re angry
All because the way
I choose to live life
It makes me want to run
And fucking hide
People make me frustrated
Just like all the time
People make me so angry
I always have to fight
I should feel so damn lucky
I’m not out in the streets
But that does not omit
My feelings of frustration
From frustration
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5. |
Words
03:00
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You call me a "fag"
You call me a "spic"
You call me a "nigger-lover"
You call me a whore
You call me a freak
You call me a fucking loser
You learned from the best
The bigotry at best
From insecurity
I hope you'll never change
And get some rage
To be in a facility
Fuck, you are what your words created
Fuck, you can't help the way you are
Fuck, you love to push around the jaded
Fuck, you have gone too far
You call me a pig
For watching gay porn
It's not like it's something new
Your finger points
At everything I do
But three fingers point at you
What would Jesus do
If only he knew
The way you've been acting
You bring the whole group down
You stupid clown
Damn you're so ugly
Oh fuck, what went wrong
I think I saw clones of you running around
Oh fuck, it's what I saw
I think I'll have to teach you for fucking around
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6. |
Bro
02:50
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Bro, bro where did you go?
In your room it's empty
Bro, bro where did you go?
I see you have left me
To be one your own
'Cause that's what you call growing
I'm still here behind
I'm still learning
Bro, bro, where did you go?
Bro, bro, where did you go?
Bro, bro, where did you go?
Bro, bro, where did you go?
Bro, bro little bro
I am not a mentor
I couldn't serve my role
As an older brother
You have stability
Something that I lack
You don't go berserk
You are not whacked
I suck at life
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7. |
Tears (Demo)
06:43
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[NOTE: The lyrics for this song have been slightly rewritten for a newer version under a different music artistry of mine, and therefore, the old lyrics are no longer available. Below are the new lyrics.]
It was our anniversary
You spent little time with me
I was longing for more of you
Before you chose to leave
Perhaps you were so bored of me
And that’s what made you go
On a day so special
I’m sitting here all alone
I can feel these tears
Flooding over me
I can easily drown
From the melancholy
My cracking heart
Kills every smile
This wretched frown
Will hurt for a while
It was our anniversary
You were desperate to leave
So full of apathy
How could you be so mean?
It’s funny how life works the ways it does
You don’t always get what you need
The lack of love tends to haunt me
The absence makes me bleed
I drown without you
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8. |
Dark
02:14
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It’s dark inside
I’m all alone
Nothing to hide
I exposed what I’ve shown
Save me
Love me
I am yours
Enslave me
Force me
To be your whore
I’ll be submissive
Just this once
You’re so aggressive
Feed me more love
A love that’s addictive
A love so untrue
But what else do I have
If I don’t have you
If I choose to hate you
You’ll disappear
I don’t want to lose you
Please come here
Whack me some more
I’m your whore
Don’t you dare leave me
I need some more
Without you I’m nothing
Without you I’m dust
Even though you’re abusive
It’s still my lust
And I’m in love
It’s so dark
This dark love
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9. |
Dementia
03:02
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Rip a whole from my skin
Piece by piece from within
Look through it thoroughly
A telescope of discovery
You see the lack of bliss
Soaked in ugliness
Dementia full of filth
Things that I would not kill
No cure for what I feel
Damnation all too real
Forever contaminated
Soon I'll be eliminated
So now’s the test
The ultimate test
Can you handle this
This lack of bliss
Can you accept me
Can you love me
If so, I’ll do the same
If not, then go away
Dementia lives in me
Dementia is ugly
Before you go sew back the hole
To avoid others knowing where's my soul
Dementia locked
To be unblocked
Deep inside
Where it hides
It won’t go
It soaks my soul
A part of me
My eternity
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10. |
Depression
04:35
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I need a break from life
I need to find myself
I need one more pill
I need not this hell
Depression
What it feels like
Depression
What it feels like
I need a new dream
I need not sadness
I need tender love
I need peaceful rest
Depression
Depression is evil
Depression
Depression is evil
[reversed]
Depression is evil
What it feels like
Depression loves to haunt me
Depression is a two-faced friend
Depression loves to drown me
Depression is a great dead-end
I need to feel sane
I need a quick cure
I need happy pills
This depression lures
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11. |
Illness
03:53
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Living in a world of the damned
Feeling like I’m less of a man
Can anyone lend me a hand
So that I don’t keep this illness
I am sick all over
Trapped inside this land
I’m scared of who I am
I feel ashamed of this man
Who lives in me with this illness
I am sick all over
Why am I vulnerable
Why do I cry to sleep
Why can’t I be like those
Who seem to be normal everyday
Stuck like this my whole life
Stuck with thoughts of knives
I see the signs
But I can’t rid this illness
I am sick all over
I’m so sick
This illness all over
From within
My mind so hateful
Full of sin
Ban this illness
Ban its ways
I can only take so much
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12. |
Life
03:10
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I was born with insanity
It’s why I lack reason
I’m never rational
Darkness is my season
When will I heal from this
This God damn madness
When will I be at ease
And live in bliss
Life, oh, this is life
I was prone to poor esteem
One that reeks so badly
I'm treated as second class
Tormented by bullies
I need to grow and be a man
I need to move on with my life
I need to end this bitterness
I need to drop the knife
Life, oh, this is life
I've committed blasphemy
Jesus does not want me
It explains why I’ve danced around
Acting so insanely
Now I'm lost with darkened thoughts
Wondering if matters
To live the best I can
Or to pull the trigger
Life, oh, this is life
Life, oh, this is life
I need to blossom
I need to strive
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13. |
Failure
07:05
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I’ve wanted to die many times
I couldn’t have it in me to commit suicide
I have tried to burn myself
I have tried to suffocate myself
And the knives I played with never helped
Then the pill overdose
Proved it just wasn’t close
Enough to grant me the death that my mind chose
This was what I thought I wanted
To escape from life
I lacked responsibility
I’d take the easy way out
Still sometimes I think I want this
That’s why I’m fond of knives
I’ve lost my mental stability
I’d take the easy way out
I’ve thought of hanging myself
I’ve never cared about my health
Take my eyes out
That could make me shout
But I’m so full of doubt
I wish I had attention
To escape this detention
This dark detention
I’ve held a dead cat
I’ve held dead birds
To know what it felt like
So real are these words
I’m obsessed with death
But I can’t kill myself
I’m such a failure
My brain is full of hell
I lack good health
I lack good health
This was what I thought I wanted
To escape from life
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Skornhead Detroit, Michigan
Skornhead is an American non-performing solo artist of digital-only tracks of various styles of industrial, dark
electronica, and hard rock in mostly English.
Since 2001, he's been creating music of various genres under numerous artist names.
He also writes fiction and designs artwork for books and music.
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