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What is a man to a king
And a king to a god?
What is a god to a devil putting up a facade?
I need a outlet now
I needa write this down…
(Write it down, write it all down)
VERSE 1
Hi.
It’s been a minute since we had a chat.
But time is finite, innit? Finna make it fast,
Success is a bitch, why complain that ya luck ain’t the best
When you’re rich and you’re famous and fuckin’ depressed
stuck in a mess of pretend pretense, uppers in the trash
Got a couple ins, and outs, that don’t involve crashes
So, “past me.”
You asked me “so how have ya been?”
Did you want fiction? Addiction? A public mental snappin’?
(Wow)
How did this happen?
You ready to rattle some bones?
Thinking I dipped,
To follow a script,
And never look back at the demons at home?
Raining shame inside the brain like bitch too bad you ain’t a keeper
Changing difficulty mid-way through the game to be a sleeper
Hit
HOOK
Just pretend it’s nothing,
An endless
“Wanting, getting, wanting”
I never stop
“One thing, always one thing”
I’ll always keep
Wanting, wanting more
What is a man to a king
And a king to a god?
What is a god to a devil putting up a facade?
I need a outlet now
I needa write this down…
(Write it down, write it all down)
VERSE 2
Dear Diary,
I’m still a fuckin’ basket case
I say I’ll keep on truckin’ but the fact is cars don’t run in space…
I’m feeling angsty and thankless and like I fell from grace
In zero gravity, havin’ me thinking like I got no place,
I’m fading.
The crowd is waiting.
But my internal rating is, well, kinda shady it’s
Lately I’m just an alien sailing on my “self-made-in” BS that I shell out
Tell my fans they’ll do well.
Shout from the mountain I dwell.
But does this ring any bells?
That I don’t mention the hell.
And changed the topic from the hot tip that they prolly won’t sell.
I paint a pretty little image, it looks swell from a distance
Blacking out the spell that gave this nobody an existence
Called “luck”
HOOK
Just pretend it’s nothing,
An endless
“Wanting, getting, wanting”
I never stop
“One thing, always one thing”
I’ll always keep
Wanting, wanting more
What does a demon believe in?
A king or a god?
I tell ‘em dice won’t be leaving, so what are the odds
I get my outlet now?
I gotta write this down…
(Write it down, write it all down)
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take the bait
03:43
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VERSE 1
I don’t got the time or the patience or bank slips
Money from the grind, when you die though it ain’t shit
Slipping’ on ice, would you like a crisis?
Whining over fuck nothing drama when all life is
Stuck
On a spinning rock, middle of the void
Losin’ marbles over Twitter talk, cuz you got annoyed
That I got a voice
That I made a dumb fucking choice
Thumb sucking little boys gettin’ bored with their toys
NO, I’M NOT YOUR DAUGHTER
YOUR WIFE OR YOUR ROLE MODEL
Calm down,
you ain’t my boss, or my mom or my dad
And you got to reassess if the shit make you sad
Why they gotta beat on us? Just cuz they be bored?
Wipe the dorito dust off that keyboard
Give it a thought or two, cuz I am as odd as you
I cannot deliver even half what they promise you
“No don’t get angry, listen cuz that’s they want!!”
They sniff out those who react to their bitchin’, isn’t that how they hunt?
This is the internet, may I snap back and call you a ———?
(Don’t say that)
Miss so cool and untouchable “I don’t give a fuck”able,
better than you any day front
Is a dumb stunt.
And damn, I got tired.
The chains of fame have my brain flying much higher than desired but
“No shot? She’s gonna bitch and whine about being famous!!”
You do not get to turn around and deflect half where the blame is.
HOOK
I tell myself that:
Life is good.
Life is good.
(Turn the noise down, drown it out)
Life is good…
(Keep your voice down, never shout though)
Life is good…
So good.
Shut up and eat your food, girl.
VERSE 2
I’m an android mumbling, got no swag
I see sad boys stumbling, I take a jab
The tabloid ruffians plunge daggers in
Your obsession with professionalism is staggerin’
What kinda lifestyle you imaginin’?
What kinda stress do you think I’m managin’?
What has the algorithm handed them?
RULES, and we cannot abandon them
We gotta shut the hell up, and not say a god damn word
While the rest of the world gets to be heard
Shit is absurd, I’m done.
…but I’m still learning
Gotta have a little fun while shit’s burning, though
I am hurting
As I go off, shit I feel dirty
Wanna turn around, say I’m sorry,
reversing just isn’t working
And a third thing, saying
LA LA LA
Closing your ears and ignoring is not a
Sure thing, sure fire way to deflect hate
Back in the day, I was like you
Screaming “don’t take the bait!!”
…Wait.
I better re-state.
Or out of context, the wrong flex
Says I don’t appreciate!!
The shit is great, get to create,
but that don’t take away a bitch right to complain!! We straight?
Look, everybody wants clout.
Everybody wants to live forever in the cloud
But.
We talk big, then we ditch the joint
Cancel every little wrong for the “PC” points
This song never gonna change a thing, what people do
all the same, words on a screen to you.
Climb a mountain, or skydive, or seize the day
I wanna get away
I wanna get the fuck away now
HOOK
VERSE 3
“This bitch hate her own fans“
But I didn’t say that?
“Hates your guts if you’re a man.”
Nope, didn’t say that.
“Sayin’ mainstream rap’s all club shit” stance
Tell you for the last time I never fuckin’ said that!!
if THIS is the only time
That I can ever snap back, ima cross the line
And I don’t mind that the mainstream’s got it’s shape
But y’all daydreaming thinking dat make my shit fake
Y’all gonna stay screaming thinking we don’t make mistakes
We as in me and the other idols our fans take
Ain’t no recital, it’s real from the a.m.
Vital opinions? Better not say them.
This the business of contents and mayhem
‘Fore we keep dancing just like monkeys, can I get an amen?
Can I get an amen?
Can I get an amen?
I tell myself that:
Life is good.
Life is good.
So good.
Life is good.
Life is good.
So good.
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dark hour
04:11
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VERSE 1
I can’t relax at all these days
I haven’t for the longest time
I manage it but where’s the line?
Where I’m dying?
I’m Paused
Suspended like an apparition
Without a “moving on” condition
I’m sick of all the lies, suspicion I won’t find the piece I’ve been missing so
Don’t. Run. Away with me.
I’m a lost, cause, paid to be.
Toss the soft act behavior
Reach for more
Time
Has never really been on my side
No heaven for the sins of my pride
In just another moment
The dark hour beckons
And that’s where I’ll hide
Somewhere
Beyond the darkness
A song in the night as the light rays part, it’s
Been another hazy, lazy sobering day
So bring a lover in the form of a shadow play
If only walls could talk, check the clock, 2 now 3
I fall into a coma called reality
Defiance, my eyelids refuse to close
Unless a dream plays a song out of tune, suppose it goes
HOOK
Dark hour lullaby
All five of my senses, unalive
Snuff out our light,
Just the one and only lonely mine
Wanna be under wonder’s spell
lost in a diamond crusted realm
inside of a jewelry box mind
I wanna spend some time
VERSE 2
While ;ooking straight into those eyes
Can never really seem to read you
I’d black out for a chance to breath you
And I tried
I’m stopped
Impervious to soreness, thankless
A servant to the bored and anxious
And you’re my blanket
My brain is a puzzle, thinkin’ why am I like that?
But fame is a muzzle, and I cannot fight back
I’ll strike a little match to watch the flame flicker
And pray that my rise finally dies, or ends quicker
A gun to my chest, but it’s not for me
Trigger finger toward mess I made mentally
I take a shot, put the glass down, descend in a dream
Where every minute of my time ain’t behind a screen
Repeat.
HOOK (repeat)
Somewhere
Beyond the darkness
A song in the night as the light rays part, it’s
Somewhere
Behind the shadows
A melody that ruptured beneath a sad glow
Somewhere
The crazed and heartless
Oblivious that they are not the ones that start this
The chivalrous become insidious and even hideous then pitiful, ridiculed,
When I never took it serious
Somehow
The world is turning
The moon stays alight and the sun still burning
Somehow
We’re stuck at 3:00.
Alone for a night that can last eternity
Somehow
The here and now
Is begging for a me that I can’t allow
But this soul
And this sound
Is everlasting my world’s the last thing on my mind
HOOK (Repeat)
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fake ass gold
03:30
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VERSE 1
Little footsteps
immortalized in history’s cement,
the horror stories come true, unless you got more than “intent”
Your starting reps are poorly written, there’s no way to repent
But thanks to improvising, rising check how far you done went
Ya rivals’ eyes on the prize
Your diving deep to survive
That reef-less ocean
Of constant motion
Of kids with guns reloadin’
Bold and focused, told that most miss
Their first SHOTS, throw in the towel
before their magnum opus
The speed of the climb is keepin’ young minds hopeless
But rhymes are still land mines
On the front lines, of the war zone
Known as “post modern times”
The hard earned pennies and dimes
and nickels of “common sense”
Of youngin’s searchin’ for more
become a living expense
The world’s a nasty place of happy faces painted on masks
And if you say it unironically, the internet laughs
The straight and narrow isn’t fair though
Got two lose-lose paths
So I choose to heckle myself
The method ain’t special, it’s math, ya know?
HOOK
Ragged, reckless, what’s your wisdom?
You had your riches, then you kissed ‘em
Goodbye
For lies, and pyrite skies
Rolling dice while never opening up your eyes
Atop this throne of sticks and stones
Bout a thousand miles from a hollowed home
I’ll shout
THRIVE.
SURVIVE.
YOU ARE ALIVE.
Don’t let 'em tell ya two and two makes five
VERSE 2
Rejection sensitive inventive kid, who cried as she’d make
I was defensive, sad, creative, planning every escape
I fled to gutters on the net to vent insatiable hate
Why should it alarm ya, suddenly karma hit me smack in the face
Sure I was utterly in panic
Pretended to wax satanic and dammit I almost had it but granted life never goes how you planned it
I couldn’t stand it
And never could hand it to the only souls emboldening me here on this planet,
Mistake after mistake of “I’m the victim, let me take”
And toward the spirit cheering for me,
Fear had made me a snake
I’ve put my share of shame to rest, but I chose my own coffin
I should have paid you what I owed you and said thank you more often
And god forgive me, if the shit outlives me
Damn, it just might
A rocky, less than perfect journey, yeah that’s music alright
Still I refuse to lose my footing, we ain’t even at half time
Cuz the proof’s in what you put in
Bet it ain’t special, it’s math, right?
HOOK
VERSE 3
And there WILL be mistakes
And there WILL be days of sorrow
Know WE’LL be knowing better
There WILL be a tomorrow
No road
Is loaded
With silver and gold, it’s just the treasure that you make for you
(Don’t we know it, oh)
And there STILL be minor villains
To KILL along the way,
you could FILL yourself with hate or
Be REAL, be on your way cuz
Life’s tough
But love
When ‘nough is enough
Could be the treasure that you make for you
Atop this throne of sticks and stones
'bout a thousand miles from a hollowed home
I'll shout
THRIVE
SURVIVE
YOU ARE ALIVE
Don't let 'em tell ya two and two makes five.
And there WILL be mistakes
And there WILL be days of sorrow
Know WE’LL be knowing better
There WILL be a tomorrow
No road
Is loaded
With silver and gold, it’s just the treasure that you make for you.
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DEMONDICE Japan
American music person, animator, artist.
Weird music but someone likes it.
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