Anarchy Station / Yi Xi (SynthV Original)

MERRY CHRISTMAS YI XI NATION!!! 🎄 This was my first time recording my actual guitar for a song and it was a lot of fun! I also have a twitter now linked below, may occassionally post some WIPs or other fun projects on there In the future I probably won't go all out like this for a video again; I'd much rather just make one nice illustration as a background for each of my songs, since I wanna prioritize releasing more music over making a spectacle out of an MV. Thank you as always to the cool dudes who leave kind words in my comments and to everyone who supports my music on bandcamp and streaming services, lots of love I will always appreciate you guys!!! Instrumental/SVP: https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1CkoVqpgkxJoxYmttSpk2MjFTeQYwFfYD?usp=sharing Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/track/6EROV5xoHV7g48lx74AClN?si=a17eb952119f4c8f Apple Music: https://music.apple.com/us/song/anarchy-station/1863746179 SoundCloud: https://soundcloud.com/rai-68558202/anarchy-station BandCamp: https://rai1367.bandcamp.com/track/anarchy-station ========================================= SONG CREDITS: Music/Mix/Guitar/MV/Illust: @raiOfficialgg https://x.com/rai1367_?s=21 Mix/Master: ​⁠@SimplyCyndi, @raiOfficialgg https://x.com/_simplycyndi ========================================= LYRICS: What's the news with your bloodstained legacy? A sad song with a reckless melody We make peace with the hands of eternity But you're too blind to see Patch the wounds with a household remedy Push the dagger far as the eye can see We count cards and cut throats so carelessly Oh, what a place to be Mother, can you hear my call? One by one, we're bound to fall Mother, we've nowhere to run Staring down the barrel of a gun Sit back, relax take a pass And feel it on your tongue Oh I'd say it's nice to know ya But my dear we're far too young Take back the past tell the world That your business here ain't done God bless that pretty pink son of a gun My, my, that's quite the accusation Now can you hear the sound of liberation? We trade blows and pass the aggravation But that's the beauty of self-preservation Just sign the dotted line It's yours to redefine Testify the daughter Desecrate the crime Bounded by the collar Tasting the divine Sanctify the slaughter Rest with the benign Mother, rest your weary wings I'll buy you all your favorite things Mother, can you hear my cry? We thought we'd live to see those bastards die Strike up the band, bite the hand Let's watch the fountains bleed Oh we're swingin' for the fences We'd drop dead 'fore we concede Take back the past, tell the world that your business here ain't done God bless that pretty pink son of a gun The embassy, oh the embassy We all fall victim to the embassy The embassy, oh the embassy We all run circles round the embassy Amnesty, oh the amnesty Gather 'round children for the amnesty Amnesty, oh the amnesty Looking to the sky for the amnesty Ecstasy, oh the ecstasy Slipping through our fingers is the ecstasy Ecstasy, oh the ecstasy Nowhere to be found is the ecstasy Strike up the band, bite the hand Let's watch the fountains bleed Oh we're swingin' for the fences We'd drop dead 'fore we concede Take back the past, tell the world that your business here ain't done God bless that pretty pink son of a gun Sit back, relax take a pass And feel it on your tongue Oh I'd say it's nice to know ya But my dear we're far too young Take back the past tell the world That your business here ain't done God bless that pretty pink son of a gun