Dementia
Blitzkid Lyrics


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She reads to me by the
soft glow of candlelight,
speaking of angels and demons
Instilled at such an early age,
with such fright, were these divine gifts of reason

I lie awake as her ghost
it still walks through the halls,
and moves all around me,
Echoing warnings
burned into me as a child,
that the sinner will pay with his life....

Sheltered in filth,
the windows they all bleed black,
to hide such dementia
Inside of my mind
or the mind that I seem to lack,
no one pays close attention.

I lie awake and I think of the simpler times,
before insanity found me
With a desire to unearth the dead in the night,
making me feel so alive

And now a part of me feels complete,
when I butcher these bodies
Trophies of skin they fall at my feet,
all decaying and rotting
Sick pleasures fulfilled to me every time,
I bring home a new slave
Mother said lost souls should all be saved,
'cept from a madman and his empty graves....

Screams to me by the top of her lungs in my dreams,
like I'm no more than a devil
As this hatred grows, I sorely feel a need,
that starts here with my shovel
Prying open the lid I can still see her face,
etched in my eyes here forever
I'll take you to my depths, and there I will desecrate,
it's got to be now or be never.

And now a part of me feels complete,
when I butcher these bodies
Trophies of skin they fall at my feet,
all decaying and rotting
Sick pleasures fulfilled to me every time,
I bring home a new slave
Mother said lost souls should all be saved,
'cept from a madman and his empty graves....

It's got to be now, now or never
It's got to be now, now or never




It's got to be now, now or never
It's got to be now, now or never

Overall Meaning

The Blitzkid's song "Dementia" is a haunting story of a man's descent into madness. The lyrics describe his experiences of being raised with religious beliefs about sinners and divine punishments that have instilled fear in him since childhood. He cannot escape the ghost of his mother, who read to him about angels and demons by candlelight, permeating the halls and thoughts of his mind. The windows of his sheltered existence bleed black, hiding the true nature of his mental illness from the outside world. He reminisces about the simpler times before insanity found him, and he began fulfilling his sick desires to butcher and desecrate bodies, collecting trophies from his victims. The haunting chorus of "It's got to be now or never" emphasizes the urgency of his twisted needs.


The lyrics embody a theme of a mental illness that is untreated, unresolved, and unchecked for too long. His religious upbringing about sin and punishment presents a counterpoint on the effects of repressed desires that lead to the unhealthy behavior of mutilating and torturing others. The man cannot control the dark side of his mind and his need to fulfill these desires. The chorus reiterates that the time to act was then before it's too late, highlighting the point that mental illness can be devastating if not treated early.


Line by Line Meaning

She reads to me by the soft glow of candlelight, speaking of angels and demons
She tells me stories of good and evil, with the flickering candlelight casting shadows on the wall.


Instilled at such an early age, with such fright, were these divine gifts of reason
Since childhood, I've been taught to believe in angels and demons, and to fear their power.


I lie awake as her ghost it still walks through the halls, and moves all around me
I can't sleep because I feel her presence in the house, as if she's still alive and wandering the halls.


Echoing warnings burned into me as a child, that the sinner will pay with his life....
The warnings of punishment for sinners have been ingrained in me since childhood, haunting me with the fear of my own damnation.


Sheltered in filth, the windows they all bleed black, to hide such dementia
My mental illness is concealed behind the dirt and grime of the windows, unnoticed by the outside world.


Inside of my mind or the mind that I seem to lack, no one pays close attention.
My disordered mind goes unnoticed and unacknowledged by those around me.


I lie awake and I think of the simpler times, before insanity found me
I long for the days before my mental illness took hold and changed my life forever.


With a desire to unearth the dead in the night, making me feel so alive
I am drawn to grave-robbing, finding excitement in breaking the law and resurrecting the dead.


And now a part of me feels complete, when I butcher these bodies
Murdering and dismembering my victims bring me a sense of satisfaction and fulfillment.


Trophies of skin they fall at my feet, all decaying and rotting
I keep the skin of my victims as souvenirs, reminding me of the power I hold over them.


Sick pleasures fulfilled to me every time, I bring home a new slave
I take pleasure in kidnapping and enslaving individuals, imagining the control and power I have over them.


Mother said lost souls should all be saved, 'cept from a madman and his empty graves....
Even my mother, who believed in saving lost souls, knew that I was too far gone to be saved.


Screams to me by the top of her lungs in my dreams, like I'm no more than a devil
My victim's agonized cries echo in my dreams, making me feel like a demon himself.


As this hatred grows, I sorely feel a need, that starts here with my shovel
My hatred for the world grows stronger, and I can't resist the urge to dig up graves and take control of the dead bodies.


Prying open the lid I can still see her face, etched in my eyes here forever
Even after killing my victim, her face remains etched in my memory, haunting me forever.


I'll take you to my depths, and there I will desecrate, it's got to be now or be never.
I will take you to the depths of my depravity, where I will defile your body and soul, without delay.


It's got to be now, now or never
I can't resist the urge to act on my murderous and cannibalistic desires any longer, it's now or never.




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