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Belladonna
17
Hip-Hop/Rap
Belladonna was released on June 17, 2014 by Deathbomb Arc as a part of the album El Negro
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Release DateJune 17, 2014
LabelDeathbomb Arc
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM97

Credits

Lyrics

Yo
Blaspheme, asking the altruistic past king
A spirit in the dark ignites light as one last thing
To do before the end appears near, painful fears pierce
Seers streak the scene, ever clear and everlasting
And the spirit looks up to his ruling master
The darkness approaches faster and faster and after
It's close enough to bite, the teeth close and it's a disaster
Some call on loving families, others call on family pastors
And plaster the walls with elegance just to ask her
How can she demonstrate no remorse and no recourse?
How can she emulate stone, the beauty of alone?
No one's home, memory prone, Belladonna is the source
And of course, the overwhelming beauty begins to singe
The door opens but this ain't a door with a hinge
The warmth turns to angst and the angst reflects the sins
But Belladonna is blind, once you end, she begins
Casting, asking the all-powerful past king
The spirit in the dark ignites light but it ain't the last thing
To do before the end appears near, painful fears pierce
Seers streak the scene, ever clear and everlasting
And the spirit looks up to his ruling mistress
She say to close your eyes but, shit, you don't wanna miss this
You cling to the idea of being a living witness
Not knowing that you ain't too, you look down and your body's listless
You think back to your fourth grade Santa Claus Christmas wish list
You don't even know why and now you're starting to cry
The light was only a lie, it's dark and you're feeling shy
Wistfully winding down, Belladonna don't reply
But she's patient, what she lacks in conversation
She makes up for in loving adoration for her child
Children of death, the only opinion left
Is held by the immortal, the children would only be vexed
Blaspheme, asking the altruistic past king
A spirit in the dark ignites light as one last thing
To do before the end appears near, painful fears pierce
Seers streak the scene, ever clear and everlasting
Now the time is passing, seconds turn to centuries
Escorted to the gate guarded by sentient sentinels
The riddle, just as expected, only vexes
The child clings to Mama Belladonna, just rejects his
Fear and incontinence is stemming from the continents
Her heavenly body's ready for hell and as a consequence
The warmth becomes heat, too heavy to bear
Of course he's scared and now his incompetence
Only makes his fear far worse
And it doesn't help that his beautiful escort is terse
Actually, she's pretty tacit, he recites "Tisket, a Tasket"
Mama said, "When things get rough recite a verse"
Her image in his mind is like a curse
Pondering perhaps he really should have been first
To tread on easy waters before his uneasy father
His childhood's such a bother, she
Stands with her lips pursed and says
Don't you forget my son
Don't you forget my son
Don't you forget my
Don't you forget my son
Don't you forget my
Don't you forget my son
Don't you forget
Don't you forget
Don't you forget me
Don't you forget me
Don't you forget
Don't you forget me
Don't you forget
Don't you forget your mother, baby
Don't you forget your mother, baby
Don't you forget me
Mama loves you, baby
Written by: Bryan Dondero, Grace Potter, Matthew Burr, Scott Tournet
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