Faw days ago I had a very special night... Very odd night, kind of which I get rarely.
In a dream, I somehow came up with a topic, name and lyrics for the chorus for our new song... And the dream actually woke me up, something told me that I need to wake up to write that stuff down and so I did. When I got up and sat down here to type, listening to our new song on continuous repeat, the lyrics just came and soon the song was done. This is weird as I rarely write lyrics alone, often we get together, decide a topic and then get on to make something from what ever ideas we might have. Often our vocalist already has something thought out about the arrangement even before we have any lyrics written down. This time, he had nothing thought out and to my surprise, everybody seemed to be fine with my lyrics. Feels damn strange, I rarely write lyrics like that and everyone seems to like it. I even have ideas on how to sing all that shit, no idea about melodies but that's our vocalist's business anyway.
The song is quite short, really rockin' kind, very lively with some fast parts and so on... The lyrics are quite grim. The song's name will be Volatile Juvenile and its about child soldiers and how militarized, political islam is using the most innocent as its pawns. its something that pisses me off on personal level very much, specially in today's world where political correctness and liberal morons reign supreme. You can't say these things out loud anymore. So through music is the way. Its quite typical fro thrash metal actually, political narrative and critique of the dark sides of the world are part and parcel with thrash metal... But the reason why I came up with this is personal. I find nothing more offensive than child soldiers. It is so much wrong on so many levels, specially when its done in the name of "god".
Anyway, here's the lyrics, I hope someone will get offended by it. Otherwise its not effective enough.
Basking in the glow of the morning sun
By command of god he will point his gun
Strapped with C4, neck deep in propaganda
The fiery road to heaven has only just began!
Infiltrate!
Suffocate!
Devastate, exterminate!
Incarcerate!
Desecrate!
Terminate, meet your fate!
Mom's lil' sunshine scheduledfor slaughter
Kill!
Slay!
Pray!
Pray for death!
Prayers of his mother echo through his mind
Only eight years old and yet ready to die
Little executioner on his way to massacre
Lock 'n load, ready to go, send kuffar to hell!
Infiltrate!
Suffocate!
Devastate, exterminate!
Incarcerate!
Desecrate!
Terminate, meet your fate!
Volatile juvenile
Offering to allah
Sacrificed for the god
Blast away, all is gone
Instigate!
Suffocate!
Devastate, exterminate!
Incinerate!
Desecrate!
Terminate, meet your fate!
God's warrior, blind follower
Free will? No such thing
Question nothing, obey imam
Sheep of the phophet on personal Jihad
Little brown angel, beige danger
flying in bits in the glory of god
full of guilt, yet so innocent
wad of flesh hanging on crescent moon
Allah! Allah! Allah! Allahu akbar!
Allah! Allah! Allah! Allahu akbar!
Volatile Juvenile
Lil' pig o' mahdī
Die the death of Shahid
Show no mercy to kaffir
Volatile juvenile
Offering to allah
Sacrificed for the god
Blast away, all is gone