ZHIVAGO

3 weeks ago by @grayslate

Liner Notes

Now, for something completely different.

I am...eclectic to say the least. I have a flexible production style. Heart Beats Down was a sweet wisp of a breeze compared to the gut punch ZHIVAGO is. This is an unofficial sequel to Hachi's "Ward Room 305." The doctor from Ward Room 305 is getting revenge on behalf of his former patient 😈 This is my first time using NineZero for an original! His voice type is so good ❤️

One of the only VSTs I've ever spent money on is Infinity Guitar, which has been a lifesaver in my productions. I have a finished remix of Ward Room 305 ready to go I just...ain't ever post it.

Lyrics

Stapled and sutured and burying every word that’s unsaid
Insult to injury, then, but I’ll only sleep when I’m dead
Dead men tell no tales, that’s the best thing anyone thinks to say
But if I know the words, I’ll string you up and make you my prey

Remembering all of those words she said to me
Unable to forgive, maybe selfishly
Give an eye for an eye or so it would seem
Revenge best served cold but on the tongue, tastes so sweet

Run as much as you want but there’s no chance you can outrun your fate
Say your prayers, you’ll need ‘em, for judgment day doesn’t come a day late

Ripped stitching, the mask’s off
Oh, don’t plead me to stop
My heart beats only for
The sake of winning war
Poor excuse, it’s no use
Save any pleas for truce
I can’t just turn you loose
You’ve gone and hung your noose

My vengeance is the only thing that’s pure
A resentment never to be cured
Make your peace and prepare for hell
Let the games begin, sound the bell

No guilty conscience don’t expect me to go easy on you
No rest for me ‘til I’ve taken out all targets then I’m through
I don’t know if God favors me but I’m too far gone to care
I'm fulfilling destiny, no deity deserves my prayers

Remembering all of those words she said to me
Unable to forgive, maybe selfishly
Give an eye for an eye or so it would seem
Revenge best served cold but on the tongue, so sweet

Run as much as you want but there’s no chance you can outrun your fate
Say your prayers, you’ll need ‘em, for judgment day doesn’t come a day late

Ripped stitching, the mask’s off
Oh, don’t plead me to stop
My heart beats only for
The sake of winning war
Poor excuse, it’s no use
Save any pleas for truce
I can’t just turn you loose
You’ve gone and hung your noose

My vengeance is the only thing that’s pure
A resentment never to be cured
Make your peace and prepare for hell
Let the games begin, sound the bell

So, “that’s life,” you said, but you didn’t account for
Me, and my own wrought plan for justice
I can see that fist raised clear as day
But your voice trembles as you shake
I do say, what happened to your strength
From when you took a life
Hey, the night’s still young,
Why don't you give me a good fight?
I’ll make sure it’s your last night on earth
But the choice isn’t up to you, it’s mine

Ripped stitching, the mask’s off
Oh, don’t plead me to stop
My heart beats only for
The sake of winning war
Poor excuse, it’s no use
Save any pleas for truce
I can’t just turn you loose
You’ve gone and hung your noose

My vengeance is the only thing that’s pure
A resentment never to be cured
Make your peace and prepare for hell
Let the games begin, sound the bell

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