RampageSword
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I figure I'd revive this dying thread because I had a lot of free time at work last week and I ended up making my first full song parody of DT (lyrics only of course)
There it is, I rendered Tongues a surrealist and ridiculous stream of words.
The original:
Tongues, lost in me
yours be the sharp and the vile
Glide neath my skin
storm through my nerves
I bury the nomad years
hours in the earth
couldn't exorcise these searing, pecking tongues
Immune you say
yet venom strikes in strangest guises
as the viper in our eyes
Tongue, throat, tongue
slayer of the word and stealer of vision
A monumental reign of terrors
throats slit up to stain the target
We're food for the hounds of trauma,
prey to the crows of stress
No power left to retrieve my stolen language
filtered through the illiterate fingers of death
Flies
let sickness be poured
from the cupped hands of bedlam
To gather the fruits, fruits from my words
On account of their brightness
I made friends with the word and the moon
went with the tide and left for the sound
of dead instruments thrown out of tune
The red squared patterns, dragonrise and
evenclaw
decoying from pandemonic symmetry
Let ring
a dissonant note in the music of the spheres
the streak of promise in the nuclear sky
These whipping black tongues
aching to lick me back to life redefined
to inject their truths within me now
and the...yeah.
Pogs, lasting fee
Years beat a shark in one mile
Glad knee mask in
Stormtroop might serve
High berry denim made ears
Ours indie hurt
Covert exercise migs soaring, fishing pogs
Hymn under sleigh
Niet vein aims truck estrange gauges
Taz the victor inner highs
Pog, trout, pog
Slay her on the board and stiller night vision
Amon Amarth peng off beaver
Frog lit up toasting tar net
Weird foot forge hinds often raw
Play-doh deploys Hostess
No plow a theft tourist thrive maelstrom anal gauge
Phil third true dill uttered figures of debt
Miles,
Of pointless bee porn
Form the topped enough bed lamb
Together the roost of beamsword
On a count of debried Ness
High maid Fred Wayne's World under moo
When twit divid an elf on the ground
Undead excrements snowing in june
Thorough squaw hard Patton
Drag and rise that Robert Shaw
Decor yin from pan demon ink sim a tree
Lettering
Add his son ant noting Dimmu's lick off Disfear's
District off pro miss indie new Clarisse tie
Daze weeping backbones
A king tool ink Maibec to lie Fred is fine
Towing jet their routes waiting meow
There it is, I rendered Tongues a surrealist and ridiculous stream of words.
The original:
Tongues, lost in me
yours be the sharp and the vile
Glide neath my skin
storm through my nerves
I bury the nomad years
hours in the earth
couldn't exorcise these searing, pecking tongues
Immune you say
yet venom strikes in strangest guises
as the viper in our eyes
Tongue, throat, tongue
slayer of the word and stealer of vision
A monumental reign of terrors
throats slit up to stain the target
We're food for the hounds of trauma,
prey to the crows of stress
No power left to retrieve my stolen language
filtered through the illiterate fingers of death
Flies
let sickness be poured
from the cupped hands of bedlam
To gather the fruits, fruits from my words
On account of their brightness
I made friends with the word and the moon
went with the tide and left for the sound
of dead instruments thrown out of tune
The red squared patterns, dragonrise and
evenclaw
decoying from pandemonic symmetry
Let ring
a dissonant note in the music of the spheres
the streak of promise in the nuclear sky
These whipping black tongues
aching to lick me back to life redefined
to inject their truths within me now
and the...yeah.
Pogs, lasting fee
Years beat a shark in one mile
Glad knee mask in
Stormtroop might serve
High berry denim made ears
Ours indie hurt
Covert exercise migs soaring, fishing pogs
Hymn under sleigh
Niet vein aims truck estrange gauges
Taz the victor inner highs
Pog, trout, pog
Slay her on the board and stiller night vision
Amon Amarth peng off beaver
Frog lit up toasting tar net
Weird foot forge hinds often raw
Play-doh deploys Hostess
No plow a theft tourist thrive maelstrom anal gauge
Phil third true dill uttered figures of debt
Miles,
Of pointless bee porn
Form the topped enough bed lamb
Together the roost of beamsword
On a count of debried Ness
High maid Fred Wayne's World under moo
When twit divid an elf on the ground
Undead excrements snowing in june
Thorough squaw hard Patton
Drag and rise that Robert Shaw
Decor yin from pan demon ink sim a tree
Lettering
Add his son ant noting Dimmu's lick off Disfear's
District off pro miss indie new Clarisse tie
Daze weeping backbones
A king tool ink Maibec to lie Fred is fine
Towing jet their routes waiting meow
