P. Bastard
P. is 43 years old.
He is the Electric Guitarist of Bastardization.
P. is also known as "Jester".
P. is located in London at Serpentine Lido.
P. likes to exercise at the gym during off hours and is trying to talk to media in order to get ahead professionally.
Toxic room
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Song Details
Toxic room is Crowdpleaser music in tempo Moderato. The music is revolutionary and the lyrics are earth shaking. The song was written 2/1/2010 by P. Bastard. The originality is terrific.
| Fame: |
56 |
| Popularity: |
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| Stage Potential: |
20 |
| Genre: |
Punk Rock |
| Owner: |
None |
| First Revealed: |
2/1/2010 * Songs this old don't have an accurate release date and are considered to be revealed the same day they were composed. |
Dominant Instruments
Lead Vocals
Bass Guitar
Electric Guitar
Rapper
Turntable System
Special Lyrics
You wait and I crawl,
on this shit, cum and gravel,
I dig my filthy hands in your heart,
ready to rip it apart.
Every time the same story,
every time you cry and I worry,
will this be the end or will it just begin,
downfall, happiness, seal our faith.
Air gets sucked out of our room,
we're lying on the bed in full bloom,
it gets thicker within the walls of this tomb,
penetrating deeper in the womb.
Toxic, fucking toxic,
toxic, toxic,
this toxic room,
doom.
Leave me, leave, I will close the door,
I can't take this shit anymore,
why are we drawn to this place,
can't even look at my own face.
Fist, blood, cum, shit, arm,
down, up, tears, laugh, mischief, ram,
you grab, you grab all I need,
taking away, fist, bliss, hate, love, pain,
you don't see the way that I am.
Seal it with a death kiss,
close the doors for our demise,
we're toxic for us,
fill up this room with more gas,
suffocating, drowning, penetrating,
we're hating.
Toxic, fucking toxic,
toxic, toxic,
this toxic room,
doom.
Lips on mine, deadly poison my blood invites,
my stench rubbing onto your skin, bites,
we're sick, deranged, dead,
hidden, in the ditch I led.
Laid, cumshot, gagging on my dick,
gasping for air, tremble under my fingertips,
you're taking bits by bits,
of us, of this, we're in bliss.
Suffocate me, drain the poison from me,
we fill up the room with tears, screams,
you're not the one for me,
get it, this room is toxic, we're toxic.
Toxic, fucking toxic,
toxic, toxic,
this toxic room,
doom.
Seal the fucking door,
don't provoke the demon anymore,
seek and you shall find,
the truth, happiness and life free of lies.
Gas chamber, suffocating, drowning, crying,
slowly fucking dying.
I clench, you squirm,
stoic, cold, firm.
Enough, blow it all up,
free fucking free, on my lap.
Toxic toxic toxic toxic toxic
we're toxic for one another,
why do we even bother.
Toxic toxic toxic toxic room.
Toxic room, toxic room, room,
toxic driven in doom.
Record Releases
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