A cowards fate v1 concept test
Straight up beat-the-f*** -down hawrd coar, deude. No, but really. It's decent. I need to do vocals for it. I have them written, but I haven't gotten around to recording them.
I'm Marcus. I make heavy music with unnecessarily low tuned guitars. Most of what I post is experimental, with the occasional finished song. I'm never done.
This is my personal music. Everything on here was written, performed, recorded, mixed and mastered by myself unless otherwise noted.
Story behind the song
Not too far from here, there is a scumbag... one of the biggest cowards I know... still walking the streets as if he owns them. He has proven time and time again that his modus operandi is stabbing backs, burning bridges, and skipping town until most people forget about it. Well guess what, tough guy, I'm not most people. This isn't going anywhere but downhill until you have the balls to look me and the eye and admit what you did, you selfish, arrogant waste of space. All you've given me is lie, after lie, after lie, and frankly, I'm insulted that you ever expected me to believe you in the first place, let alone two years later.
If you are able to justify doing what you did by claiming retribution for whatever in the f**k it is that you think I did to you first, have the f*cking guts to admit you did it.
But I digress, I'm not an unreasonable person. I would forgive and forget if you came clean, and made more than a token effort to make up for it, but until that day comes, you are less than nothing in my eyes, and in the eyes of countless other people. I'll finish this section with a quote. You should recognize it, seeing that it's you that I'm quoting.
"All this time, you've been living a lie. Tell me why you're a backstabber. We're supposed to be friends, had my back til the end, today I found out you're as fake as they come. I saw your true colors... ...this problem ain't a mystery because this sh** 's been solved. What goes around, comes around, I hope you f**king know, it's death first, so the story's been told. So you think you pulled a fast one on me, can't believe you turned your back on me, held you up when your head was down, and now I wanna smash it into the ground."
I probably would piss on you if you were on fire, though... just for the satisfaction of being able to say I pissed on you. But lets say I somehow gained the ability to piss gasoline, or .308 caliber high-explosive-incendiary-tracer rounds at 3600 feet-per-second or something like that... in that case, I'd piss on you without hesitation. The only thing I don't like about that idea is the fact that it will never happen. Oh well.... I can still dream.
