Hex DDG - Social Amnesia (DEMO)
Written as a means of throwing off a fit of depression, by reminding myself of the kid that my flatmate has in the house, and how he will still see me as a role model, and I shouldn't let him see me give up. (Hook is not yet done, but it's a demo.)
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Story behind the song
Got depressed, so I found a good free-for-non-profit beat, and wrote a song to get my mind on track again. It worked, and I liked it thus far, so thought I'd release a demo.
Lyrics
Social Amnesia:
24 years, I’m still a victim of fate/
No hobby, it’s high school/ The bully’s wearin’ steel plate./
More ideas than hot meals, and that’s a sad state/
But when I share, hope for food, it’s never up for debate/
Judgement on both sides/ Neither let me in their ranks/
No blackjack, no hookers, to form my own/ nobody thanks/
Me for my ideas, they just claim that its theirs/
I’ve worn out my use of how the world is unfair/
I’ve been fined for an injury, and I’ve been charged coz I’m broke/
The bills just got paid, in the mail, another fine got stoked/
Ash is out bush for her studies at La Trobe/
Meanwhile, from the get go/ life gives me an anal probe/
It’s got me on edge, I’ve been judged for my PTSD/
So many voices in my head, I could write my own symphony/
These days I’ve grown to hate, when I get an epiphany/
Coz it means one more idea, to make these people just sneer at me/
HOOK
Feel like a Ballad, is somehow in the cards/
Calathae’s journey from the Path of the Shards/
I barely fight anymore, but when I see/
Xanda’s at the door, and he’s looking right at me/
I see him start runnin, and he yells out my name, Stuie/
Hugging so hard, it’s like his arms will go through me/
Then I look in those eyes, even though, they ain’t mine/
He sees me in this house, in me, his ethics he finds/
Then I know I should stand, I need to keep walking on/
No matter how much I want to scream, as I write this song/
Everywhere I go, I may always be hated/
But the world can get fucked, my heart won’t abated/
This life needs a Prince, to speak for the forgotten/
The Amnesia Victims, make them notice the problem/
If you tell me to give up, you just made an enemy/
I’m no ordinary prince, I’m the fucking pedigree/
OUTRO
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