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 The Beer Keep.
P. likes to exercise at the gym during off hours and is trying to talk to media in order to get ahead professionally.
Wut? We booked a tour?! HOW?! *smirks*
Demons
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Song Details
Demons is Crowdpleaser music in tempo Allegro. The music is earth shaking and the lyrics are earth shaking. The song was written 7/18/2012 by P. Bastard. The originality is perfect.
| Fame: |
79 |
| Popularity: |
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| Stage Potential: |
30 |
| Genre: |
Punk Rock |
| Owner: |
Bastardization |
| First Revealed: |
9/4/2014 |
Dominant Instruments
Electric Guitar
Lead Vocals
Drums
Backup Vocals
Special Lyrics
They become a torture.
The sweetest burden to carry upon your shoulders.
Breaking under the weight and pressure.
Scratching inside your skull to beg for pleasure.
Like cogs of dust, grinding against each other.
No oil. No saviour. No remedy to heal this structure.
You don't listen, just interpret my words.
Like all mortal beings.
I am above.
Divine.
Imperfect and flawed.
Solitude brings comfort to ones mind.
But you're weird if you try.
Scared to face the loneliness lurking behind your back.
Scared of yourself, to cope with the traits.
They will take me down.
One way or another.
The demon has always been me.
With the sunset, with the rain, with the night, never left my sight.
I dispose all my earthly pleasures, all the burdens of love.
All the useless restrictions upon my soul.
Searching for my resting place, just the perfect spot.
Under the pines, salt hurling from the sea, sun beating down on me.
Gravel under your feet. You'll cry when we meet.
But my soothing hand will put you in your place.
Keep you safe.
Protected.
Crazed.
I adore every vibration of your mind.
Nurturing it till the end of time.
Divine.
Poke my stigmata, make it bleed, smile in vain, thinking you've claimed.
But... I will brush them all away.