{"id":303,"date":"2010-11-10T19:31:20","date_gmt":"2010-11-11T00:31:20","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/furyofcutlery.net\/?p=303"},"modified":"2010-11-10T19:31:20","modified_gmt":"2010-11-11T00:31:20","slug":"igor","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/furyofcutlery.net\/?p=303","title":{"rendered":"Igor"},"content":{"rendered":"

So…looking through some of my stuff the other night, I found some lyrics I wrote at a rougher point of my life. Much like the last set of lyrics, these are more an anger-filled rant than a true song. I pondered just trashing them, but I made a promise to myself to put up any and all songs that I write, no matter how embarrassing they are. Now then, for the background:<\/p>\n

There are many ways in life to get trapped into something you absolutely despise, especially if you feel that someone is fighting to keep you there. And it’s near impossible to fight back against someone that refuses to listen to you. At the time I wrote this, I felt trapped and less than human…almost like a slave watching my world collapse around me. Kinda like I imagine Igor must feel some days, trapped in his dead end butler job to the monsters of the world seemingly without a prayer of ever chasing his own dreams.<\/em>
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State! State! State of emergency!
\nListen up! I beg of you please!
\nMy world is coming to a standstill
\n‘Cause Igor wants to start his own family!<\/p>\n

You know that he’s my property!
\nI’ve made him everything he is!
\nBow down! Why can’t he see
\nIf he’s not smart enough to worship me, how can he have kids?<\/p>\n

Blockade all of the windows and doors!
\nLockdown! He can’t escape!
\nYou know if he ever gets away,
\nThat we’ll never get him back in any kind of shape!<\/p>\n

But what to do once we catch him?
\nHe’s tasted blood and he wants more!
\nFour years, I’ve trained him to submit to me!
\nThat’s not the kind of period of time you should ignore!<\/p>\n

Wonder if my sweetness can bring him back!
\nLure, lure him back inside his cage!
\nClose the door, throw away the key.
\nThen disregard his comments as self-deprecating rage!<\/p>\n

*bridge & guitar solo, w\/ castle storming sounds in the background*<\/em><\/p>\n

*sung softly while music builds back up*<\/em>
\nKiss kiss, why can’t you see it’s true?
\nLove love, you know you’re mine!
\nThink think, of what is really happening.
\nCome back to me and walk the line.
\nYou don’t know who you really want to be.
\nOthers led you to make up this scheme!
\nYou take my hand, I’ll take your throat!
\nNow let me show you why it’s useless to ever dream!<\/p>\n

Look! Look! Look at what you’ve become!
\nYou’re nothing when push comes to shove!
\nGet back down inside your hovel!
\nIf you can’t accept life on my terms, how can you be loved?<\/p>\n

Shut up! Appreciate what I give you!
\nLay down! I’m eating with my bride!
\nAt least we still give you some table scraps!
\nSo don’t you dare let other worlds ever come ‘cross your mind!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

So…looking through some of my stuff the other night, I found some lyrics I wrote at a rougher point of my life. Much like the last set of lyrics, these are more an anger-filled rant than a true song. I pondered just trashing them, but I made a promise to myself to put up any […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[5,3],"tags":[16,27],"class_list":["post-303","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-life","category-lyrics","tag-explicit","tag-lyrics"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/furyofcutlery.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/303","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/furyofcutlery.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/furyofcutlery.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/furyofcutlery.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/furyofcutlery.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=303"}],"version-history":[{"count":10,"href":"https:\/\/furyofcutlery.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/303\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":313,"href":"https:\/\/furyofcutlery.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/303\/revisions\/313"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/furyofcutlery.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=303"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/furyofcutlery.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=303"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/furyofcutlery.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=303"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}