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Swamp Monster feat. Brendan and Tobiasn

Submission to the Reddit's Game of Bands, Round 115: Florida Man

Music by /u/pdlourenco
Lyrics by /u/matchboxdan soundcloud.com/brendan-hutchinson
Vocals by /u/agitat0r soundcloud.com/tobiasn

Freak of nurture, Flor’da born
Innocence lost, earned your scorn
In defense, my head ain’t right
In a sense, a parasite

Sucked love out of my mother
Real bastard of a brother
My ex spins old wives tales
Their voice whispers, barbs, impales

Lucid as Lucifer’s fire
Head bugged out, wearing a wire
Tapped in, Dark Lord’s will is all
Dial out, can't connect your call

I’m going to burn away,
I don't see the point of me.
I see the point of others,
These significant others
Making more insignificant me.

I'm going to burn today
Just don't see the point of me
I see the point of others,
Great nemeses and lovers
But I'm pointless and in-between.

Loved ones left me in the lurch
Loved once, left inside this church
Turned to others’ good graces
Still possessed, dark horde chases

Haunted over the threshold
These demons have grown too bold
Followed me into kind arms
Hellfire trips no alarms

This altar is infested,
I know I’m being tested
This paradise is depraved
On my grave, you will be saved

I’ll see evil turned away
I now know the point of me.
I will protect the others,
The significant others
That have given my life to me (x2)

What next when the Anti-Christ
Shows up at church for advice?
Let him in, absolve his sin?
When that’s left, what’s left of him?

Turn my eyes into my skull
Parasites have left my soul
Bitten down to a birthmark
Evil enters soulful hearts

Raised from labrat to churchmouse
Demons, leave be our God’s house
No harm to our world of good
Don’t make hellholes out of wood

Buckets full of gasoline
Will wash this holy house clean
Mount the steeple, fill a flume
Spark, watch others run, consumed

Fire trucks, news vans scream through night
Witness to my black spotlight
The crowd below points above
Monster turns to ash for love

Burn, burn, burn…
“Flor’da man seen dousing flame.
He's a hero! Locals claim."
Burn, burn, burn…

Burn Burn Burn it down!
Raze the roof into the ground
Finally all the others,
Lovers brothers and mothers
Can forgive my soul, hellbound.

This entry is based on the stories of many Floridians committing crimes and blaming their crime on demonic​ possession-- because the reality of the actual cases is so dark we decided to create a fiction based on the general theme. -- Team 12

Cites the Firebird by Igor Stravinsky

Cover art from newgrounds.com/art/view/sperms...mster/swamp-sam