Two weeks to take a song from conception to completion to competition!

We Misunderstood The Assignment

This song was created for Game of Bands round 130 : "Theme for a made-up Anime"

Lyrics:

Verse

Feeling the sickest of emotions,
a sentiment shared I know,
for your bonds hold no significance,
on this night a kin to hell
and every three sixty five days
it comes but once in a year
with no thought of the consequence
you can justly kill all your peers
so stay primed with your knife
if you want to keep your life
as through the chaos and confusion
your next fateful intrusion
could be an untimely death
and as you take your last breath
come the dawns arrival your killer roams free
no fear of reprisal

Chorus

When the clock strikes twelve,
witching hour doth toll the bell,
Blood red moon a gate to hell,
nauseous feeling rising swell,
murderous murderous intentions,
from the most innocent of man,
For all will not end well,
when the clock strikes twelve

Verse

what a strange peculiar circumstance,
a product of man or pure happenstance,
is it a folly of the rich pray tell,
an underclass to control and quell,
for every three sixty five days
it comes but once in a year,
when you can slit a mans throat,
and yell out loud with a cheer
gut a man, sliced from head to toe,
a societal apathy to this criminal low,
and for countless generations to follow,
we carry replanting the seed and sow

Chorus

When the clock strikes twelve,
witching hour doth toll the bell,
Blood red moon a gate to hell,
nauseous feeling rising swell,
murderous murderous intentions,
from the most innocent of man,
For all will not end well,
when the clock strikes twelve

Final verse

uuuh.. it hurts...
make it stop,
what are we doing
it's rising,
it's rising,
more
more pain,
more blood,
more murder
more murder
more murder
more murder
more murder
more murder
[Exit]

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