Missing
D-Gate Lyrics
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With my bare hands
Feed a wolf pack
I am their friend
When the sun sets and the air's thin
In a snowstorm, with a bear skin
Tales of folklore, at the campfire
Set perimeters with trip wires
Turn left, turn right, each side seems sinister
It's that shit that the indigenous warn for
It doesn't matter if ya locking ya car doors
You can carry every tool for survival
All they'll find is a tooth and an eyeball
It might crawl in your tent, night falls
You call but there's still no sign of your friend
Loose ends in the end, no sent, no closure
Another face on a poster
You call for help
There is no one
You hear that sound
You best just run
Some get found
The rest is gone
Those become, the 411
You call for help
There is no one
You hear that sound
You best just run
Some get found
The rest is gone
Those become, the 411
Mystic in the trees they live
You can't see 'em but they creep on yo kids
At night in the woods by the loch
Blood dripping down the moonlit rocks
Feeling cold in the dark and your heart just stops
You feel the ticking of the clock and they watch
Footsteps heavy it sound like Sasquatch
Whatever's creepin' in the crops I can't spot
I feel the danger lurking
411 yet another missing person
See the woods they observing and learning
Dead or alive man the scene is disturbing
Bones bleached and the souls I can hear them speak
You too deep in this realm you'll rest in peace
Forever gone missing 411
One of many mysteries under the sun
The lyrics of "Missing" by D-Gate depict a dark and mysterious setting in which the singer finds themselves in a dangerous and eerie situation. The song combines elements of folklore and urban legends, creating a sense of unease and suspense.
The opening lines, "I take a cougar down with my bare hands, feed a wolf pack, I am their friend," implies that the singer possesses exceptional skills and has a unique relationship with nature. This sets the tone for the rest of the song, suggesting that the singer is experienced in surviving in the wilderness.
The lyrics continue to paint a haunting picture of being lost and alone in the wilderness, surrounded by threats. The mention of indigenous warnings and the need to set trip wires indicates that the dangers are not only natural but also supernatural, as if something otherworldly is lurking in the shadows.
The chorus, "You call for help, there is no one, you hear that sound, you best just run, some get found, the rest is gone, those become, the 411," suggests a sense of hopelessness and desperation. The mention of the "411" refers to mysterious disappearances, implying that the singer is well aware of these accounts and the grim fate that may await them.
The second verse expands on the supernatural theme, describing the presence of mysterious beings who live in the trees and prey on children. It creates a chilling atmosphere, with references to blood, dark woods, and the ominous ticking of a clock.
Overall, the lyrics of "Missing" explore themes of wilderness survival, the unknown, and the dark side of nature. It prompts the listener to consider the mysteries that exist in the world and the dangers that may lie hidden in remote places.
Line by Line Meaning
I take a cougar down
I successfully overcome challenges and obstacles
With my bare hands
I rely solely on my own strength and resourcefulness
Feed a wolf pack
I establish strong bonds and gain the trust of others
I am their friend
I am a reliable companion to those who accept me
When the sun sets and the air's thin
In moments of darkness and uncertainty
In a snowstorm, with a bear skin
Faced with harsh conditions and limited resources
Tales of folklore, at the campfire
Sharing stories and legends to pass the time
Set perimeters with trip wires
Establishing boundaries and protective measures
Cause tonight we might have a visitor
Acknowledging the possibility of unexpected encounters
Turn left, turn right, each side seems sinister
Feeling unsure and cautious in every direction
It's that shit that the indigenous warn for
Referring to dangers known by local communities
It doesn't matter if ya locking ya car doors
Safety measures may not provide complete protection
You can carry every tool for survival
Being prepared with necessary resources
All they'll find is a tooth and an eyeball
Leaving behind only remnants of oneself
It might crawl in your tent, night falls
The unknown may intrude upon your safe space
You call but there's still no sign of your friend
Seeking help, but with no trace of assistance
Loose ends in the end, no sent, no closure
Unresolved and unfinished situations
Another face on a poster
Adding to the list of missing individuals
You call for help
Desperate for assistance
There is no one
No one is available to offer aid
You hear that sound
Sensing an ominous presence
You best just run
Your best option is to flee from danger
Some get found
A fortunate few are discovered
The rest is gone
The majority remain disappeared
Those become, the 411
Transforming into the unsolved mysteries of the 411
Mystic in the trees they live
Unknown entities reside within the woods
You can't see 'em but they creep on yo kids
Unseen beings silently observe and target the vulnerable
At night in the woods by the loch
During nocturnal hours near the lake
Blood dripping down the moonlit rocks
Evidence of violence and danger is present
Feeling cold in the dark and your heart just stops
Overwhelmed by fear and paralyzing emotions
You feel the ticking of the clock and they watch
Aware of the passing time and the ever-watchful presence
Footsteps heavy it sound like Sasquatch
The sound of approaching footsteps resembling Sasquatch
Whatever's creepin' in the crops I can't spot
Unable to identify the mysterious entities lurking in the fields
I feel the danger lurking
Sensing the constant threat that surrounds
411 yet another missing person
Adding to the statistics of unresolved disappearances
See the woods they observing and learning
The woods themselves seem to witness and acquire knowledge
Dead or alive man the scene is disturbing
The unsettling nature of the circumstances, whether life or death
Bones bleached and the souls I can hear them speak
Bleached bones and the eerie whispers of departed souls
You too deep in this realm you'll rest in peace
Venturing too far into this realm may lead to an eternal rest
Forever gone missing 411
Forever vanished, becoming one of the unresolved mysteries
One of many mysteries under the sun
Just one of numerous enigmas in the world
Lyrics © DistroKid, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: Frank Boersma, Jannes Lelieveld
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