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 Lust.

P. likes to exercise at the gym during off hours and is trying to talk to media in order to get ahead professionally.

The enemy in disguise

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Song Details

The enemy in disguise is Crowdpleaser music in tempo Allegro. The music is GOD SMACKINGLY GLORIOUS and the lyrics are GOD SMACKINGLY GLORIOUS. The song was written 5/30/2012 by P. Bastard. The originality is perfect.

Fame: 100
Popularity:
Stage Potential: 30
Genre: Punk Rock
Owner: Bastardization
First Revealed: 12/30/2012

Dominant Instruments

Electric Guitar
Lead Vocals

Special Lyrics

Like a haunting scream from the balcony,
the river of despair flows through the veins,
horselike laughter, with the baby crying on your back,
this is how it feels like when the aliens attack,
I've been counting days, years as a matter of fact,
hoping for you to get anal probed,
all those scientific researches to show we're not alone,
now you see the truth and it's scarier than what you could have imagined,
because I am wearing this mask,
polishing my shotgun, screaming in the mass,
kill the fuckin' bastards,
but I am agent in disguise,
waiting for your demise,
not because I simply despise,
the germs in shoes you are,
nah, nah, we need the drama, we need the fun.

The shuttle waits in the sky,
to shoot us to another home,
another place,
something we won't easily destroy,
their intentions pure,
just wanna experiment,
just wanna do,
what you've done to me,
anal probed,
organs snatched,
mouth sawn,
limbs snapped,
experimental reaction, brings a chaos to ones mind,
testing the medicines on human attraction,
only to burn down the bridges,
and now you're home,
where you finally ain't the one,
just a slave to the core,
no negotiations,
no more.

In the mass, we turn around, hold our shotguns up,
step in the line, we own you now.
Ha, ha, ha!