YES, YOU ARE GETTING A VIDEO. NO, I'M NOT SORRY. I FUCKING TRIED *EVERYTHING*, OKAY?!
DREAM BUBBLES - BROADWAY KARKAT (2026)
DREAM BUBBLES PISS ME THE FUCK OFF. EVERYBODY ACTS LIKE THEY'RE SOME MAGICAL AFTERLIFE VACATION DESTINATION, BUT THEY'RE REALLY JUST A COSMIC MUSEUM WHERE THE EXHIBITS ARE YOUR REGRETS AND THE GIFT SHOP SELLS EXISTENTIAL DREAD. YOU CAN BUMP INTO DEAD PEOPLE, ALTERNATE SELVES, MEMORIES YOU NEVER ASKED TO RELIVE, AND SOMEHOW I'M SUPPOSED TO CALL THAT COMFORTING? ABSOLUTELY FUCKING NOT. IF I WANTED TO SPEND MY DAY GETTING EMOTIONALLY BODY-SLAMMED BY EVERY BAD THING THAT EVER HAPPENED ACROSS INFINITE TIMELINES, I'D JUST STAY AWAKE. BUT YEAH, THIS IS A FUCKING DOOMED SESSION, SO SEE YOU THERE. EVENTUALLY.
ALBUM: COPE HARDER AND DEAL WITH IT!
YOUTUBE / BANDCAMP
PARODY OF "COSMIC" BY AVENGED SEVENFOLD BY ME UNDER THE CUT
[DREAM BUBBLES]
Fade from all that was before
We lost another world, but not a last goodbye
Paradox has struck again
A fight we’ll never win, and time again, we try
Left alone, I float through dreams and fade…
Look, we’ve done this all before
Across doomed timelines, sometimes we got it right
Grief, it found us once again
Until we meet again inside those dream-lit nights
Never too far as we drift through the dreams beyond forever
I’ll follow you
Drifting through the dreams where souls awake again
There you’ll find me
Beyond Prospit and Derse, where echoes never end
There you’ll find me
Remembering the friends that time could never save
There you’ll find me
Every different self that I used to know
There you’ll find me, let it go
Through the Furthest Ring, weightless in the night
There you’ll find me, let it go
Drifting through the dreams where souls awake again
There you’ll find me
Beyond Prospit and Derse, where echoes never end
There you’ll find me
Remembering the friends that time could never save
There you’ll find me
Every different self that I used to know
There you’ll find me
From every life before
We lost another world, but not a last goodbye
Lost to time again
A fight we’ll never win, and time again, we try
We’ve died so many times (I’m gone)
Across so many lives (I’m gone), sometimes we got it right
Grief found us once again (I’m gone)
Until we meet again (I’m gone), beyond the Ring...
BY SHEER UNADULTERATED BULLYING AND PEER PRESSURE, I DECIDED TO INVEST SOME BOONBUCKS ON AN ACTUAL DJ-QUALITY HEADPHONE AND A SEMI-PROFESSIONAL CARDIOID MICROPHONE THAT WILL CATCH MY YELLING MUCH BETTER THAN THE PREVIOUS ONE. EXPECT ME TO NOT FUCKING SUCK AS MUCH IN MY SONGS ANYMORE, I GUESS.
THE WHOLE IDEA OF A SCRATCH MAKES MY FUCKING BLOOD RUN COLD. PEOPLE TALK ABOUT HOPPING TIMELINES LIKE IT'S SOME CUTE COSMIC DO-OVER, BUT WHAT HAPPENS TO THE PEOPLE YOU KNEW? THE MEMORIES? THE THINGS YOU FOUGHT FOR? YOU DON'T JUST GET TO HIT THE UNIVERSE WITH A RESET BUTTON WITHOUT LEAVING A MOUNTAIN OF CORPSES BEHIND. IF THE PRICE OF SURVIVAL IS WATCHING YOUR ENTIRE EXISTENCE GET ERASED SO SOME OTHER ITERATION OF YOU CAN TAKE A CRACK AT IT, THEN THAT'S NOT A SECOND CHANCE. THAT'S JUST A REALLY ELABORATE WAY OF DYING. AND THE FACT THAT PEOPLE CAN SAY THAT WITH A STRAIGHT FACE IS ENOUGH TO KEEP ME AWAKE AT NIGHT.
YOUTUBE / BANDCAMP / SOUNDCLOUD
PARODY OF "TONES OF THE THUNDER" BY STORM ORCHESTRA BY ME BELOW THE CUT
[SCRATCH]
[Intro]
I can't save our session anymore
No one ever hears me when I shout
Catch me when the timeline collapses
I know I can't keep this together
[Verse 1]
Take me where the game cannot reach us
To a world we still remember
Hear me when I'm trying to save you
I can't stop the time we are losing
[Pre-Chorus]
I can't stop the coming of the Scratch
I can't stop the coming of the Scratch
I can't stop the coming of the Scratch
I can't stop the coming of the Scratch
[Chorus]
I can't stop the coming of the Scratch
I can't stop the coming of the Scratch
I can't stop the coming of the Scratch
I can't stop the coming of the Scratch
I can't stop the coming of the Scratch
I can't stop the coming of the Scratch
I can't stop the coming of the Scratch
I can't stop the coming of the Scratch
[Verse 2]
Catch me when the world is ending
Now I know what must be chosen
I won't run from what is before us
The Scratch is here, and we'll start again there
[Pre-Chorus]
I can't stop the coming of the Scratch
I can't stop the coming of the Scratch
I can't stop the coming of the Scratch
I can't stop the coming of the Scratch
[Chorus]
I can't stop the coming of the Scratch
I can't stop the coming of the Scratch
I can't stop the coming of the Scratch
I can't stop the coming of the Scratch
I can't stop the coming of the Scratch
I can't stop the coming of the Scratch
I can't stop the coming of the Scratch
I can't stop the coming of the Scratch
[Breakdown]
The coming of the Scratch
[Outro]
(The scratch) The Scratch
(The scratch) The Scratch
(The scratch) The Scratch
(The scratch) The Scratch
(The scratch) The Scratch
(The scratch) The Scratch
(The scratch) The Scratch
(The scratch) The coming of the Scratch
you’re free to not answer this if you don’t want to but
i’d love to know how you developed your kk voice. what the thought process was like, any specific vocal stuff you tried (whether it worked or not), anything you’re willing to share!
i’m trying to develop my own kk voice (and, while i am drawing inspiration from everyone, i want it to be unique haha) and could use some tips especially. i can’t figure out how to emote with it, it just stays kinda monotone.
anyways have a great day and again i love your work!
((OOC: hi! I recorded a small video to show exactly how I do the Karkat Voice™, just wanted to say a couple things first. Most important of all: DO NOT USE YOUR THROAT TO ATTEMPT THE RASP, YOU *WILL* HURT YOURSELF and possibly wreck your throat/singing capabilities long-term. It’s rly not worth it. Study rock/metal vocalists and how they do the rasp SAFELY before trying! And if it hurts or strains, STOP. A Karkat without a rasp is better than a Karkat that can’t sing because of fold/cord damage. Second: this is a technique that I’ve been polishing since 2022, so it’s very tailored to my voice and my style of singing. If it doesn’t work for you, that’s okay. There’s no rule book on how Karkat should sound. Do the things that you feel work for *your* version of the character 💖 anyway, unnecessarily long explanation + jumpscare face reveal below the cut! -ModKat))
((OOC: Once your Karkat voice is locked in and in a more comfortable place for you, you’ll be able to emote much better. I purposefully steered mine into sounding high and slightly nasal and raspy because I wanted to capture that “6.5 sweeps old Karkat in his room losing his mind about his dumbass friends” feel HAHA. Extra tip: the punch to the diaphragm is how I made it work for me, the important thing here is that your diaphragm is engaged and supporting your voice so you can apply the fry vocals over it. I imagine mine as taking a gut punch and hey, it activates it for me so what works works lmao. Relevant song where I use this specific voice almost all the time. Good luck with your kk voice!!! 💖 -ModKat))
ALRIGHT, WHICH ONE OF YOU ABSOLUTE FUCKING LUNATICS MADE A FANPAGE FOR ME? I JUST FOUND OUT ABOUT @bwkk AND I GENUINELY HAD TO SIT THERE FOR A SOLID THREE MINUTES TRYING TO PROCESS THE FACT THAT THIS IS APPARENTLY A THING THAT EXISTS NOW. YOU PEOPLE ARE OUT OF YOUR GOGDAMN COLLECTIVE MINDS. I’M LITERALLY JUST SOME TROLL WHO YELLS INTO A MICROPHONE, LOSES HIS SANITY OVER HARMONIES, AND SPENDS SIX HOURS MOVING A VOLUME ENVELOPE THREE PIXELS TO THE LEFT, AND SOMEHOW THAT WARRANTED A WHOLE FANPAGE? THAT’S… I MEAN… THAT’S ACTUALLY PRETTY FUCKING COOL. DON’T GET ANY IDEAS, THOUGH, I’M NOT GETTING ALL SOFT ABOUT IT. I’M JUST SAYING I APPRECIATE THE HELL OUT OF THE EFFORT, EVEN IF YOU’RE *CLEARLY* ENABLING MY QUESTIONABLE LIFE CHOICES. SO, UH… GO GIVE @bwkk SOME LOVE. LOOKS LIKE I’M THE KIND OF IDIOT WHO HAS A DAMN FANPAGE NOW. WHAT A WEIRD TIMELINE.
((OOC: @bwkk I see you and I appreciate you. I’m glad you enjoy my work and very touched you went out of your way to create the blog. Thank you, it means more than you know 💖 -ModKat))
Do you have any intention of putting your music on Spotify?
NOPE. TRUST ME, IF I COULD WAKE UP TOMORROW AND MAGICALLY HAVE MY STUFF ON SPOTIFY WITHOUT GETTING IMMEDIATELY OBLITERATED BY THE COMBINED FORCE OF COPYRIGHT LAW, RECORD LABELS, AND WHATEVER ELDRITCH ENTITY CONTROLS AUTOMATED CONTENT CLAIMS, I WOULD. THE PROBLEM IS THAT MOST OF WHAT I MAKE IS PARODY AND TRANSFORMATIVE FANWORK, WHICH IS JUST A FANCY-ASS WAY OF SAYING “A LAWYER COULD TURN MY ENTIRE MUSIC CATALOG INTO A FINE MIST IF THEY WERE HAVING A BAD DAY”.
SO FOR NOW, I’M STICKING TO PLATFORMS THAT AREN’T SPECIFICALLY DESIGNED TO ASK “DO YOU OWN THE RIGHTS TO THIS?” BEFORE LETTING YOU EXERCISE YOUR GOGDAMN CREATIVITY. IT FUCKING SUCKS, BECAUSE I’D LOVE TO HAVE A STUPID LITTLE SPOTIFY ARTIST PAGE WITH STUPID LITTLE ALBUM COVERS AND STUPID LITTLE MONTHLY LISTENER NUMBERS TO OBSESS OVER, BUT UNFORTUNATELY I CHOSE THE NOBLE ARTISTIC PATH OF MAKING HOMESTUCK PARODY MUSIC ON THE INTERNET. A DECISION I REGRET EXACTLY 0% OF THE TIME AND 100% OF THE TIME SIMULTANEOUSLY.
YOU CAN FIND ME ON SOUNDCLOUD, BANDCAMP AND YOUTUBE, THOUGH. THE ONLY PLATFORMS THAT LOOK AT MY PARODIES AND GO “YOU’RE ON THIN FUCKING ICE BUT WE’LL ALLOW IT AS LONG AS YOU DON’T MONETIZE THIS SHIT”.
i love your work. (i’m the random human who keeps commenting things on your songs on soundcloud like “wow the harmony is insane!!”or “the notes are so clear i love this :]”
genuinely i admire your singing style and what you do so much, i hope you can draw some whimsy and encouragement from that in these dark times
ALRIGHT, FIRST OF ALL, I KNOW *EXACTLY* WHO YOU ARE. YOU’RE THE HUMAN WHO KEEPS APPEARING IN MY COMMENTS LIKE SOME KIND OF FUCKING MUSICAL QUALITY ASSURANCE SPECTER, MATERIALIZING OUT OF THE VOID TO SAY NICE THINGS AND THEN DISAPPEARING BEFORE I CAN ADEQUATELY PROCESS THE FACT THAT SOMEBODY ACTUALLY NOTICED THE HARMONIES. SO, UH. THANK YOU. GENUINELY. I SPEND AN EMBARRASSING AMOUNT OF TIME MOVING NOTES AROUND, RE-RECORDING STUPID LITTLE PHRASES, AND CONVINCING MYSELF THE ENTIRE THING SOUNDS LIKE SOMETHING OTHER THAN ABSOLUTE GARBAGE. SO FINDING OUT THAT SOMEBODY OUT THERE HEARS ALL THE STUFF I’M LOSING MY MIND OVER AND ACTUALLY ENJOYS IT IS… I DON’T KNOW. IT MEANS A LOT. MORE THAN I’M PROBABLY EQUIPPED TO EXPRESS WITHOUT IMMEDIATELY FOLLOWING IT UP WITH AN INSULT.
AND YEAH, THINGS HAVE BEEN PRETTY FUCKING DARK LATELY. I’M NOT GOING TO PRETEND OTHERWISE. SOME DAYS IT FEELS LIKE I’M MAKING MUSIC OUT OF SHEER SPITE TOWARD THE CONCEPT OF GIVING UP. BUT STUFF LIKE THIS HELPS. *IT REALLY DOES*. THE FACT THAT SOMEBODY OUT THERE IS LISTENING THIS CLOSELY, CARING THIS MUCH, AND TAKING THE TIME TO TELL ME ABOUT IT MAKES THE WHOLE THING FEEL A LITTLE LESS LIKE I’M SCREAMING INTO A BOTTOMLESS VOID. SO THANK YOU FOR THE ENCOURAGEMENT. AND THE WHIMSY. ESPECIALLY THE WHIMSY. I’M GOING TO HANG ONTO THAT FOR A WHILE.
SOMETIMES YOU KEEP TELLING YOURSELF THAT IF YOU JUST WALK FAR ENOUGH, SEARCH HARD ENOUGH, SCREAM LOUD ENOUGH, YOU'LL FIND THE PERSON YOU LOST WAITING AROUND THE NEXT CORNER. THIS SONG IS ABOUT KNOWING THAT'S BULLSHIT AND STILL FUCKING DOING IT. WALKING THROUGH THE ASHES OF A DESTROYED DREAM BUBBLE LOOKING FOR SOMEONE WHO YOU KNOW IS GONE, BECAUSE NOT SEARCHING SOMEHOW FEELS WORSE. HOPE YOU ENJOY FEELING LIKE A COMPLETE FUCKING EMOTIONAL WRECK WHILE YOU LISTEN TO THIS ONE. AND NEP? I'LL FIND YOU.
ART / YOUTUBE / BANDCAMP
PARODY/COVER OF “ASHES OF EDEN” BY BREAKING BENJAMIN BELOW THE CUT
[ASHES OF ALTERNIA]
Will the faithful be rewarded when we come to the end?
Will I miss the final warning from the lie that I have lived?
Is there anybody calling? I can see the soul within
And I am not worthy, I am not worthy of this
Are you with me after all?
Why can't I hear you?
Are you with me through it all?
Then why can't I feel you?
Stay with me, don't let me go
Because there's nothing left at all
Stay with me, don't let me go
Until the ashes of Alternia fall
Will the darkness fall upon me when the air is growing thin?
Will the light begin to pull me to its everlasting will?
I can hear the voices haunting, there is nothing left to fear
And I am still calling, I am still calling to you
Are you with me after all?
Why can't I hear you?
Are you with me through it all?
Then why can't I feel you?
Stay with me, don't let me go
Because there's nothing left at all
Stay with me, don't let me go
Until the ashes of Alternia fall
Don't let go, don't let go
Don't let go, don't let go
Don't let go, don't let go
Why can't I hear you?
Stay with me, don't let me go (don't let go, don't let go)
Because there's nothing left at all (don't let go, don't let go)
Stay with me, don't let me go (don't let go, don't let go)
Until the ashes of Alternia fall (don't let go, don't let go)
Bubbles above me, take my hand (stay with me, don't let me go)
Shine until there's nothing left but you
Bubbles above me, take my hand (stay with me, don't let me go)
Shine until there's nothing left but you
Im curious what kind of equipment you’re rocking. Microphone, headphones, editing program, etc.
HEY, THIS IS ACTUALLY A PRETTY GOOD QUESTION! I THINK PEOPLE SEE A SONG POP UP ON THEIR DASH AND IMAGINE THERE’S SOME KIND OF PROFESSIONAL STUDIO OPERATION HAPPENING BEHIND THE CURTAINS, WHEN THE REALITY IS CLOSER TO “ONE VERY TIRED TROLL STANDING IN FRONT OF A COMPUTER AND AGGRESSIVELY WILLING AUDIO FILES INTO EXISTENCE.” SO, JUST BECAUSE THIS ASK WAS ACTUALLY GOOD, I’LL PULL BACK THE CURTAIN ON THIS SHIT-SHOW.
FOR THE MICROPHONE, I’M USING A BLUE SNOWBALL ICE CONDENSER MIC. YEAH, THAT LITTLE WHITE SPHERE EVERYONE WHO’S EVER BEEN BROKE AND WANTED TO RECORD SOMETHING HAS EITHER OWNED OR THOUGHT ABOUT BUYING. IT’S A USB CONDENSER MIC WITH A CARDIOID PICKUP PATTERN, WHICH IS A VERY FANCY WAY OF SAYING “IT HEARS MY YELLING PRETTY WELL”. IS IT A STUDIO-GRADE MONSTER? ABSOLUTELY NOT. DOES IT HAVE A CERTAIN CHARM THAT COMES FROM BEING A STURDY LITTLE ORB OF SUFFERING THAT’S BEEN WITH ME THROUGH GOG FUCKING KNOWS HOW MANY RECORDINGS? HELL FUCKING YES.
THE HEADPHONES ARE… WELL. THEY’RE HEADPHONES. THE KIND YOU BUY OFF TROLL MERCADOLIBRE WHEN YOU TYPE “HEADPHONES” INTO THE SEARCH BAR, SORT BY PRICE, AND DECIDE THAT SOUND QUALITY IS A PROBLEM FOR FUTURE YOU. THEY WORK. THEY PLAY SOUND. SOMETIMES THEY EVEN PLAY THE CORRECT SOUND. THAT’S ABOUT THE HIGHEST PRAISE I CAN GIVE THEM. I DO WANT TO UPGRADE TO A PROPER PAIR OF STUDIO HEADPHONES EVENTUALLY, BECAUSE THERE’S ONLY SO MANY TIMES YOU CAN FINISH A MIX, LISTEN TO IT ON ANOTHER DEVICE, AND DISCOVER THAT YOU’VE APPARENTLY MIXED THE ENTIRE SONG INSIDE A TRASH COMPACTOR. SO, THEY WORK, AND THAT’S PRETTY MUCH ALL I CAN SAY POSITIVE ABOUT THEM. ((ooc: i’m saving from my irl job to get better ones but the rock in rio ticket was expensive lol. gotta have priorities and my priority apparently is a rock festival where i’ll stay 14 hours on my feet to see the band i actually want to see. yay? at least i’ll get to see sepultura too -ModKat))
AS FOR THE PROGRAM I USE, I MIX EVERYTHING IN MAGIX VEGAS PRO 22. YES, I KNOW, I’VE HEARD IT ALL BEFORE, AND I KNOW THERE ARE PROBABLY TWENTY AUDIO ENGINEERS READING THIS WHO JUST EXPERIENCED A SPONTANEOUS ANEURYSM. “KARKAT, WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU MIXING MUSIC IN VIDEO EDITING SOFTWARE?” BECAUSE IT’S WHAT I GREW UP WITH, OKAY? PEOPLE HAVE TRIED TO DRAG ME, KICKING AND SCREAMING, INTO LEARNING FL STUDIO 12. THEY’VE SHOWN ME THE SHORTCUTS, THEY’VE EXPLAINED THE WORKFLOW, THEY’VE DRAWN DIAGRAMS, THEY’VE GENTLY EXPLAINED HOW NORMAL PEOPLE PRODUCE MUSIC. AND EVERY SINGLE TIME, MY BRAIN LOOKS AT IT, CATCHES FIRE AND DIES. VEGAS IS WHERE I LEARNED TO CUT AUDIO, WHERE I LEARNED TO BALANCE TRACKS, WHERE I LEARNED HOW TO TAKE THE AWFUL NOISES IN MY HEAD AND TURN THEM INTO SLIGHTLY MORE ORGANIZED AWFUL NOISES. YEAH, DOING VOLUME AUTOMATION BY HAND IS A COLOSSAL PAIN IN THE ASS AND I’VE SPENT LITERAL HOURS DRAGGING LITTLE ENVELOPES AROUND LIKE SOME KIND OF AUDIO-ENGINEERING TROLL MONK COPYING MANUSCRIPTS BY CANDLELIGHT. BUT THERE’S ALSO SOMETHING ABOUT IT THAT FEELS REALLY PERSONAL, LIKE EVERY SINGLE STUPID LITTLE ADJUSTMENT HAS MY STUPID LITTLE SIGNATURE ON IT. PROBABLY A SIGN OF EITHER ARTISTIC DEVOTION OR SEVERE PSYCHOLOGICAL DAMAGE. SO, VEGAS 22 IT IS, NOT BECAUSE IT’S THE BEST, BUT BECAUSE IT’S ONE OF MY OLDEST TOOLS IN THE BOX AND I’M NOT EMOTIONALLY READY TO PART WITH IT.
SO THERE YOU GO. MY ELABORATE RECORDING SETUP CONSISTS OF A CHEAP BUT RELIABLE MICROPHONE, A PAIR OF GARBAGE HEADPHONES HELD TOGETHER BY FAITH AND CHEMICAL ADHESIVES, AND A PIECE OF SOFTWARE I’VE BEEN STOCKHOLM-SYNDROMED INTO LOVING AND THAT EVERYONE TELLS ME TO STOP USING. AND I GUESS THE MOST IMPORTANT EQUIPMENT OF ALL: AN AMOUNT OF STUBBORNNESS THAT SHOULD PROBABLY QUALIFY AS A MEDICAL CONDITION. IF NOTHING ELSE, I HOPE THIS SERVES AS EVIDENCE THAT YOU DON’T NECESSARILY NEED THE BEST EQUIPMENT. SOMETIMES YOU JUST NEED TO BE TOO FUCKING STUBBORN TO QUIT.
YEAH, UH. QUICK STATUS UPDATE BEFORE ANYONE DECIDES I GOT DRAGGED INTO THE FURTHEST RING AGAIN. I’VE BEEN DEALING WITH A BUNCH OF HEAVY REAL-LIFE GARBAGE LATELY, THE KIND OF STUFF THAT TAKES YOUR BRAIN, WRINGS IT OUT LIKE A DISHRAG, AND THEN EXPECTS YOU TO FUNCTION NORMALLY AFTERWARD. I ENDED UP CRASHING SOMETIME YESTERDAY MORNING THINKING I’D TAKE A NAP, AND APPARENTLY MY BODY DECIDED THE APPROPRIATE RESPONSE TO GRIEF AND STRESS WAS TO COMMIT TO A FULL HIBERNATION CYCLE. I LITERALLY JUST WOKE UP. IT IS NOW SUNDAY. SO IF YOU WERE WONDERING WHERE I VANISHED TO, THE ANSWER IS UNCONSCIOUSNESS.
AND TO ADD TO MY WOES, THERE’S ALSO THE SMALL MATTER OF THE ALTERNIAN WORLD CUP MATCH HAPPENING TODAY. WHICH MEANS THE ENTIRE FUCKING PLANET IS ABOUT TO TURN INTO A SCREAMING, HONKING, FIREWORK-DETONATING NOISE ORCHESTRA FOR THE NEXT SEVERAL HOURS. IF YOU’VE NEVER EXPERIENCED AN ENTIRE PLANET COLLECTIVELY LOSING ITS MIND OVER SPORTS, CONGRATULATIONS ON YOUR PEACEFUL EXISTENCE, I’M SO VERY FUCKING HAPPY FOR YOU. I’LL BE OVER HERE TRYING TO DETERMINE WHETHER THE SOUNDS I HEAR NEXT WERE A GOAL CELEBRATION OR THE COLLAPSE OF CIVILIZATION.
SO. NEW SONG TODAY? MAYBE. I’M GOING TO TRY MY BEST, BECAUSE I DO ACTUALLY WANT TO GET SOMETHING OUT, AND I HAVEN’T FORGOTTEN ABOUT THE REQUESTS. BUT I’M NOT MAKING ANY PROMISES I MIGHT END UP BREAKING. IF THE STARS DECIDE TO ALIGN, THE NEIGHBORS STOP SCREAMING, AND MY THINKPAN AGREES TO PARTICIPATE IN THE PROCESS OF EXISTING, THEN MAYBE I’LL MANAGE TO RECORD SOMETHING. IF NOT, YOU HAVE MY NOT-AT-ALL SARCASTIC APOLOGIES AND MY SINCEREST INVITATION TO BLAME THE CONCEPT OF CIRCUMSTANCE ITSELF. AND AN EXTRA FUCK YOU, BUT THAT’S JUST BECAUSE I CAN.
YOU KNOW... YOU'D THINK AFTER ALL THIS TIME TOGETHER THERE'D BE SOME KIND OF GRAND REVELATION, SOME MOMENT WHERE SOMEONE'S MASK COMES OFF AND WE ALL PRETEND WE LEARNED SOMETHING. BUT NO, IT'S THE SAME OLD BULLSHIT: MAKE A JOKE, DEFLECT, ACT LIKE NOTHING HURTS, AND THEN STAND THERE LOOKING SURPRISED WHEN EVERYBODY ELSE GETS SICK OF PLAYING ALONG. AND THIS ISN'T EVEN NEW! IT'S SO PREDICTABLE I COULD WRITE THE NEXT TEN YEARS OF THIS CONVERSATION MYSELF. MAYBE I'M THE REAL JOKE. MAYBE I SHOULD ACCEPT SOME PEOPLE WILL NEVER FUCKING CHANGE. THEY JUST GET BETTER AT HIDING THE FACT THAT THEY NEVER PLANNED TO CHANGE IN THE FIRST PLACE.
ANOTHER FUCKING AMAZING LYRIC CONTRIBUTION BY KAYDHN!!! ROUND OF APPLAUSE, YEAH, WHAT THE FUCK EVER. YOU STILL ROCK, THOUGH!
YOUTUBE / BANDCAMP / SOUNDCLOUD
PARODY OF "LOOK WHAT YOU MADE ME DO" BY TAYLOR SWIFT BY KAYDHN BELOW THE CUT
[THIS SHIT IS NOTHING NEW]
[verse 1]
I won’t play your stupid games
Glare with your mirrored shades
This part I always play
Like a fool, no, I don’t like you
You don’t stay inside the lines
No, not so silent Knight
You mock me all the time
Isn’t cool, I gotta say: fuck you.
[pre-chorus]
Listen Strider, I’m a fighter, got nothing but time
You prick, not falling for your games another fucking time
I got a list of names, and yours is in black underlined
You’ve died once, so I can kill you twice, oh
[chorus]
Ooh, this shit is nothing new
This shit is nothing new
Why can’t you fucking catch on, dude
This shit is nothing-
Ooh, this shit is nothing new
This shit is nothing new
Why can’t you fucking catch on, dude
This shit is nothing new
[verse 2]
I (I) can’t (can’t) stand your lack of shame (shame)
The way you say my name (name)
You (you) always know what to say
Piss me off, won’t go away (fuck!)
You waste my fucking time, to you I’m just a target, target
Won’t be for much longer wait
till you get your fucking karma
This rock flies on, but one thing‘s for sure
I regret meeting you, but you will more
[pre-chorus]
Listen Strider, I’m a fighter, got nothing but time
You prick, not falling for your games another fucking time
I got a list of names and yours is in black, underlined
You’ve died once, so I can kill you twice, oh
[chorus]
Ooh, this shit is nothing new
This shit is nothing new
Why can’t you fucking catch on, dude
This shit is nothing-
Ooh, this shit is nothing new
This shit is nothing new
Why can’t you fucking catch on, dude
This shit is nothing new
[bridge]
I hate everybody, everybody hates me
I’ll have the last laugh when you die in your dreams
I hate everybody, everybody hates me
I’ll have the last laugh when you die in your dreams
I hate everybody, everybody hates me
I’ll have the last laugh when you die in your dreams
I hate everybody, everybody hates me
I’ll have the last laugh when you die in your dreams
[interlude]
(Ooh, this shit is nothing new)
(This shit is nothing new)
(Why can’t you fucking catch on, dude)
This shit is nothing-)
“I’m sorry, Dave Strider can’t answer the phone right now.”
(Ooh, this shit is nothing new)
(this shit is nothing new)
(Why can’t you fucking catch on, dude)
“Why? Ha! ‘cause he’s dead.”
[chorus]
Ooh, this shit is nothing new
This shit is nothing new
Why can’t you fucking catch on, dude
This shit is nothing-
Ooh, this shit is nothing new
This shit is nothing new
Why can’t you fucking catch on, dude
This shit is nothing new
Ooh, this shit is nothing new
This shit is nothing new
Why can’t you fucking catch on, dude
This shit is nothing-
Ooh, this shit is nothing new
This shit is nothing new
Why can’t you fucking catch on, dude
This shit is nothing new
