The story of Jinx

I was born a baby, father was dodo..and my mother was rain.
It wasn’t a good family, had to endure the strain.
They sent us mining, to get stuff for them, we wouldn’t get nothing and to that I do condemn.
I grabbed all my copper, and ran to the north, the land of the free. I joined their force and became happy.

Then I got to know chumm, who was a very nice guy, our leader and busy, but he always made time.
People didnt like him, because they didn’t have a dime. So the south declared war, we charged in, oh, what a mistake, they had too many men.
It was Attica, the spirits, river lands and the rest of tha’ south, we tried peace but they wouldn’t shut their mouth.

People started dropping, it dawned on us, “Chumm run!” “No, save yourselves.”
He got knocked, I jumped in to save him, started hitting, but he was dead. We ran, me jax and nick, straight north, where we led.
We hit the border and stopped for a rest, then I realised, this would be the perfect spot to set.

We built a small hut, placed the banner and our enemies heads, then we grieved, sucked it up as more people fled, they arrived, at our place, where we kept them fed, they repaid us by building and keeping the word spread. For the north, for the people, for the world, for fame, we’ll save the world even if it costs our  flame.

Then people kept coming, told us stories bout’ the world, the south imploded and so this we quoted “The north never forgets.” They killed our leader, our people, our families and our home, we can’t let them live for we would be killing our souls.
We put our comfort after the people’s, we sat on gravel and stone, whilst they had houses, castles and had all we once owned, The Final Empire, led by a man named rain, we worked together once, to assassinate a familiar face…DodoMcnugget, my father, sent people after me, so I killed him and his people, yeah I’m real sorry, I didn’t want to but you left me, no other damn choice, and my mother, rain, your wife, helped me, damn. 

Then we held elections in the new north, Golden won so we made him king, but we were too slow, couldn’t progress quick enough, the spirits came, and really played rough, they slaughtered, mocked and killed all of us, you can take our past, but you can’t take all of us. 

indie rock, male