No Rest for the Wicked
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PDM Project Deadman Prozak King Gordy MEC

(Prozak)
I sit alone and try to remember why it's obituaries
Diggin up 5 dead bodies so I can play twister and pictionary
Kindy scary how I stay stationary in this monestary
You think it's depressing in the cemetary but it's quite the contrary
Kind of morbid livin in this f**ked up world that we call hell
But will somebody please just tell me what the f**k is that smell
Oh it's our own souls decaying the result of our wicked ways
Like eatin a bowl of thumbtacs with a side of razorblades
Oh no my hands are bleeding a side effect of stigmata
Terrorists crash into buildings and they claimin it's for Allah
But I holler at your religion Muslim Hebrew or Christian
Havin visions and preminitions of mankinds crucifictions
The body of christ compells you 'cause you do what the devil tells you
Drugs and alcohol excell you like a dirty pimp that sells you
But I'm not here to condemn you criticize or offend
These are the prophecies of Project Deadman here to tell you

No rest for the angels no rest for the demons
No rest for the murder victims that are always screamin
No rest for the guilty no rest for the dead
No rest from the insane voices that are screamin in my head(2x)

(King Gordy)
I hold there for shock obsorbance when I rock the orbit
For what it's worth I am not normal I am dark and morbid
Escape from hell the devil's trackin me down
He wears all black with a crown with shocks and horns he gotta be found
Slip through the cracks in the ground
Died but I'm back as a baby from Iraq
Who learned first to live Allah decide what truth is
I'm a soldier pack through deserts walkin through deserts
You're down with the presence of a ghost lost in the present
Cursed to lurk the earth desolate hurts but then again
Many havn't experienced the pleasure of pain
I pity you you're pitiful perish in flames
The rap version of Kurt Cobain
It's an honor when Manson let's me watch him snort cocaine
Life of a rockstar of fortune and fame
Until we blow out our brains hahahahahaha

No rest for the angels no rest for the demons
No rest for the murder victims that are always screamin
No rest for the guilty no rest for the dead
No rest from the insane voices that are screamin in my head(6x)





NO REST FOR THE WICKED(2x)

Overall Meaning

The song "No Rest for the Wicked" by Project Deadman is a dark and introspective look at the state of the world and humanity's place in it. Prozak's verse is filled with vivid and haunting imagery, as he describes digging up dead bodies to play twister and pictionary, staying stationary in a monastery, and feeling the effects of stigmata. He muses on the wicked ways of the world and the decay of the soul that results from it. Gordy's verse is equally bleak, as he describes being pursued by the devil himself and walking through deserts as a soldier. He ends by referencing rockstar Kurt Cobain and the tragic end of his life.


Overall, the song is a commentary on the futility of existence and the cyclical nature of sin and suffering. The chorus repeats the idea that there is "no rest" for anyone - not the angels, not the demons, not even the dead. The insane voices that are "screaming in [their] head" represent the constant internal struggle of humanity, as we all grapple with our own demons and try to find peace in an unrelenting world.


Line by Line Meaning

I sit alone and try to remember why it's obituaries
In solitude, I reflect on the inevitability of death


Diggin up 5 dead bodies so I can play twister and pictionary
The macabre nature of my surroundings has warped my sense of entertainment


Kindy scary how I stay stationary in this monestary
My stagnation in this bleak environment is unsettling


You think it's depressing in the cemetary but it's quite the contrary
Despite popular belief, the cemetery is not the gloomiest place I've been


Kind of morbid livin in this f**ked up world that we call hell
Existence in this world can be gruesome and unbearable


But will somebody please just tell me what the f**k is that smell
A foul stench arises from the decay of our own souls due to our wickedness


Oh it's our own souls decaying the result of our wicked ways
The odor emanating from our being is the direct consequence of our malevolent actions


Like eatin a bowl of thumbtacs with a side of razorblades
The agony of our experience is comparable to ingesting sharp objects


Oh no my hands are bleeding a side effect of stigmata
My physical state is a manifestation of the religious phenomenon of stigmata


Terrorists crash into buildings and they claimin it's for Allah
Acts of terrorism executed in the name of religion are a perversion of its true message


But I holler at your religion Muslim Hebrew or Christian
Regardless of one's faith, I implore them to listen to my message


Havin visions and preminitions of mankinds crucifictions
I foresee the continued suffering and persecution of humanity


The body of christ compells you 'cause you do what the devil tells you
The teachings of religion call for virtuous behavior opposed to the manipulations of evil


Drugs and alcohol excell you like a dirty pimp that sells you
The allure of addiction can be as seductive as a ruthless pimp


But I'm not here to condemn you criticize or offend
My intention is not to condemn, criticize, or insult anyone


These are the prophecies of Project Deadman here to tell you
The words spoken in this song are the prophecies of Project Deadman


No rest for the angels no rest for the demons
Neither angels nor demons find reprieve from their duties or torments


No rest for the murder victims that are always screamin
Those slain unjustly continue to suffer and cry out for justice


No rest for the guilty no rest for the dead
The burden of guilt and death weighs heavy, offering no respite


No rest from the insane voices that are screamin in my head(2x)
The incessant presence of madness in my mind grants me no peace (repeated twice)


I hold there for shock obsorbance when I rock the orbit
My music serves as a tool for shielding myself from the shock of reality


For what it's worth I am not normal I am dark and morbid
I do not conform to societal norms, my tone and content is gloomy


Escape from hell the devil's trackin me down
The devil seeks to capture me, as I attempt to escape hellish conditions


He wears all black with a crown with shocks and horns he gotta be found
The devil is adorned in regal attire, complete with symbols of his true nature


Slip through the cracks in the ground
I navigate the underworld by slipping through small openings in the earth


Died but I'm back as a baby from Iraq
I was killed in battle in Iraq, but through reincarnation, I have been reborn


Who learned first to live Allah decide what truth is
By experiencing life anew, I have come to realize that only Allah knows the true nature of existence


I'm a soldier pack through deserts walkin through deserts
As a soldier, I navigate harsh environments, both physical and mental


You're down with the presence of a ghost lost in the present
Haunted by a ghostly figure, I am trapped in the present moment


Cursed to lurk the earth desolate hurts but then again
A curse has befallen me, leaving me to wander a desolate earth, yet such state of being has its advantages


Many havn't experienced the pleasure of pain
The sensation of pain, in some instances, can be satisfying or enlightening


I pity you you're pitiful perish in flames
I feel sorry for those who live pitiful lives and will eventually meet their demise


The rap version of Kurt Cobain
My music and persona bear similarities to those of the late Kurt Cobain


It's an honor when Manson let's me watch him snort cocaine
I take pride in a famous musician allowing me to witness their drug use


Life of a rockstar of fortune and fame
My life is akin to that of a famous musician, filled with wealth and success


Until we blow out our brains hahahahahaha
Tragically, many musicians take their own lives, which I find darkly amusing


NO REST FOR THE WICKED(2x)
The wicked shall never find rest, repeated twice




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Respect2theFallen

damn I'm glad I found this I've never heard of project deadman before Gordy is usually dope so had to continue my search.  "I sit alone tryna memorize obituaries diggin up 5 dead bodies so I can play twister and pictionary kinda scary how I stay stationary in this monastery"    "I hope the earth is shock absorbent when I rocks the orbit for what its worth I am not normal I am dark and morbid" Damn I love those two line Gordy and Prozak are dope in this but I listen to Gordy more solo

Justin Apgar

Gordy kills it!

WaterMagician12 MK

The wicked won't rest when this song's boomin'!

Chelsea Teas-Hunt

Amen 2 That one!

Dylan Ackerman

Fire!

mareb1to

Kickassing. I luv P.D.

realreaper3

This is fucking awesome.

NativeJuggalo513

King Gordy is tha best

azazelpraise

Finally!!!!!!!!!!!!!

TJuggla

king gordy is tha king. dont kno any nigga that goes harder

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