I've Been Living For 8 Days And That's 8 Days Too Many™ 【SynthV Original Song ft. Sheena / Yuma】

less serious song as a treat just 4 u guys this is one of those songs where i almost abandoned it like 3 times. i first made it on lmms and then realised that lmms scares me and i can only make songs using stupid little baby daws and then remade it on soundtrap and then forgot about it for 2 months and then was going through my wips at midnight and inflating my ego because im so good at making music and got struck with inspiration to finish it and now here we are. (side note for the people who add my song lyrics to those vocaloid song lyric websites the ™ is an essential part of the song title please don’t forget it or i will be really really sad alright) what is this song about? i dunno. my descent into madness because i have the Worst Disorder Invented (OSDD) and even though there are shit tons of other guys in my head that could be doing stuff ive been fronting for over a week. i wrote this song over like 3 days so if you pay attention you can split up the lyrics into thirds. all 3 of my stages of insanity. the insanity might also be caused by the fact that ive played 4.5 whole yakuza games in the last 2 weeks, me personally having played 3.5 of them. who knows. it'll be forever a mystery. or something btwi got tonsillitis the other day and my head has felt like its been on the precipice of exploding ever since. i think i can smell my brain. --------------- lyric s --------------- I was born for royal power A creature made within the flesh of heaven I will scratch and peel and weather Toss aside the men and women taking shape inside my body What could they contribute To perfection? Finishing touches to a Painting in the louvre They only serve to Dampen my image How very damnable... Shedding the skin of Losers and whiners Picking up the mess Of their subpar mental health What did I do To deserve to share a face with Some-200 slobs who can't be assed to try? QUIT while you're still ahead - let me fix the wreckage UNDER the influence of 15 other fuckwits and some coke END my life again EVEN out the good and bad NEVER-ending, this sense of envy QUENCHING the thirst you had for something less exciting UNDERSTAND that I would have you kicked out if I had the power to END my life again EMPTY when I see the skull NEVER-ending, this lack of freedom Once found inside the mouth Of a man depraved Spitting out the child Coating him in blood Lay him down to ask What he felt and Why Leave it to the sickness Growing deep within to Force him to speak out loud that he's living That he forgot the blood was there Forgot the details of what had happened and Exactly why it even did From confusion, they were crafted Built out of bone and cartilage Told to lay down the boy and assume his self and body So I wear his mask QUIT while you're still ahead - let me fix the wreckage UNDO some-7 years of utter disarray and so it ENDS in my hands again, what a fucking shocker, it's EXTRA special, the NEVER-ending QUESTION of what I feel or is it someone else's UNDERTAKING to try to aid me in what I was ERNESTLY made to do END my fucking life again NEVER mind, do I like the envy? I've been fronting For like A fucking week God I need to sleep ~~~~~~ soundcloud: https://on.soundcloud.com/trk6PX1MVnN2H4gR6 instrumental: https://www.mediafire.com/file/r4dot2891x5wxqx/Untitled+song+-+2025-03-02T100322.009.wav/file