the poem/story that inspired tougher colder killer

you may have seen me mention that the song tougher colder killer on my new album was inspired by a short poem/story by my godfather sevan minasian.  he was kind enough to send it my way today.  here it is:


Message found on the corpse of a soldier.Dear Enemy, I have killed your son.  He had caught sight of me and followed me.  He had courage.  I backtracked and shot him from ambush. He died quickly and with dignity.  In the quiet after, I crawled over to him.  I took him into my arms.  I kissed him.  He is my first kill.  I die with him.  My name is Tom Daly Jr..  Before I came to your country, I lived with my parents, Alice and Thomas E. Daly, in Springdale, Oklahoma.

Sevan Minasian

STAY DOWN (lyrics)

stay down

you know i get down, I'm a downer, heart pounder, LOLin', smelling like Sarin, 

felony forecast:  el is, dressed to the nines like a target, dressed like a bullseye for a blind archer, 

heart of piranha, swimming where the blood chums water,

lark in the darkness watching, i got it this, boombox burner boy hot shit,

burn like an LA sunset, colorful, toxic, snuff stuff deadly and erotic, 

walk like a man not a product, run like a strumpet, talk to the hand sock puppet,

look at them sky write: "fuck it, we heart nothin', we don't have a tear for your bucket", life's but a pageant, that ain't on no deep shit, try to pull the curtain back crack goes police whip, 

here come the stage mums, dress your little whores to display them, cutting through my brain like a ray gun, 

telling you these fuckers are shameless, Obama to Reagan, look at how they bent to their training,

why would i be angered, not when i can chemically hang glide, angle, face dive mangled, anguish, 

notice i maraud odd language, roll a joint,

hit a fraud god  'till he vanquish, bonus point

I'm thrown 

With all this chrome and

You sound like you're drowning

Drown drown drown drown 

Get down, stay down 

you know i get bent I'm a Bender, Futura, Ra-ma-dom-inant gene gone bad and, passed along to my blood stream pumping madness, pour a little hell down hatch its, standard practice how to detach from a white noise planet with a dispatch straight from command to throw haymaker plus land it, never take a win for granted,

 remember the pitch that i sang with, to anoint masses, before, mass graves hatch like magic, everybody bows to the bastards, anthem acid dispatchers get rancid, fact of the matter i graph and track hapless, live in a mirage its hard to not crack kid.

whats that? pass it, 

wanna watch? I'ma smoke till I'm bat shit, 

choke like a champion,

I'm blown 

Like I've been thrown now 

I sound like I'm drowning 

Drown drown drown drown 

Get down, stay down 

I'm blown 

Like I've been thrown now 

Down down down down 

Get down, stay down 

C4C song breakdown as seen in skinny mag