Patrick J. Derilus – Barbarian Lyrics
Plenty of maidens
Many mistresses
Some dressed with aprons
Others praised with blesses
I come out; anxious and appetent
Like having an empty gut
Benevolence is my supplement
Under the rocks appear to be sluts?
Kindness leaks out like a broken water pipe
Caressing a woman’s fulgent face
She leads me on; seeing that I am not her type
I feel like I have lost the race
I try again
Surely there are diverse damsels to date
I didn’t know I had bugs in my brain
No! I no longer want to wait!
Rapidly and repetitively denied
Like a caustic credit card
I was ultimately defied
All women seem to be on guard
I witness a beast snatch an angel by her hair
Roughly roaring, she takes the blow
She runs to him impetuously; I say “That isn’t fair!”
What is it that I don’t know?
Weeks and weeks run like rabid animals
Through hallways, to streets, the same things I spot
My mind feels like its been split into particles
From confusion that doesn’t rot
Must I smack her across?
Will words burn her confidence?
When she cries; should I laugh at her loss?
Own her life with dominance?
Coldness wasn’t engraved from my caring
My back may never turn
Even if she is treacherous; and it is daring
Her loving me; is my deepest concern
Many mistresses
Some dressed with aprons
Others praised with blesses
I come out; anxious and appetent
Like having an empty gut
Benevolence is my supplement
Under the rocks appear to be sluts?
Kindness leaks out like a broken water pipe
Caressing a woman’s fulgent face
She leads me on; seeing that I am not her type
I feel like I have lost the race
I try again
Surely there are diverse damsels to date
I didn’t know I had bugs in my brain
No! I no longer want to wait!
Rapidly and repetitively denied
Like a caustic credit card
I was ultimately defied
All women seem to be on guard
I witness a beast snatch an angel by her hair
Roughly roaring, she takes the blow
She runs to him impetuously; I say “That isn’t fair!”
What is it that I don’t know?
Weeks and weeks run like rabid animals
Through hallways, to streets, the same things I spot
My mind feels like its been split into particles
From confusion that doesn’t rot
Must I smack her across?
Will words burn her confidence?
When she cries; should I laugh at her loss?
Own her life with dominance?
Coldness wasn’t engraved from my caring
My back may never turn
Even if she is treacherous; and it is daring
Her loving me; is my deepest concern
