“Ren – Vincent’s Tale – Self Portrait” Lyrics by Ren is a latest English song in the voice of Ren. Its music too is composed by singer while brand new “Ren – Vincent’s Tale – Self Portrait” song lyrics are also written by Ren. This is a popular song among the people of United States of America. Vincent’s Tale – Self Portrait by Ren is a raw, emotional story about a man named Vincent who feels broken and angry at the world around him. He’s lost in pain, addiction, and rage, blaming a corrupt system for stealing his future. The song moves from poetic sadness to violent chaos, showing how frustration and hopelessness can lead someone to lash out and lose control completely.
Ren – Vincent’s Tale – Self Portrait Lyrics
[Intro – Waiting Down by the Mississippi Shore performed by Campbell and Burr plays in the background]
Lady love, the shades of night are falling (Falling)
Down by the Mississippi shore
And for you my lonely heart is calling (Calling)
Each Night I love you more and more
Day and night I seem to dream about you
I sing to you
I’ll cling to you
Bless your heart, I just can’t live without you
So come out and meet me, honey do!
[Verse 1 – Vincent]
Come on, let’s have it you miserable prick
I will do what I want, I will drink ’til I’m sick to my stomach
I’m sick of the same boring songs
I am sick of these pavements I find myself on
Great Britain, I hate you, I will say that with pride
It’s my right to be violent when you fed me lies
[Verse 2 – Vincent]
I’m a rotter, a menace when I want to be
And I’ve worked for that right because nothing comes free
I have slaved all my life in a dull 9-to-5
I just rinse-and-repeat while I’m barely aliv
reat Britain, I loathe you with murderous glee
I will do to this country what you’ve done to me
[Verse 3 – Vincent]
Destroyyyyy
I want to tear apart these buildings from these cinderblocks they stand
Leave this town in dust and rubble, make some trouble with my hands
I won’t lie, I’m fu*king wasted, but I wasted all my youth
And I stay so damn complacent getting wasted is my truth
So my style of self-expression is a fist into the gut
It’s throwing up upon these pavements
“Shut your fu*king mouth, you $lut”
Banished angel, I am Lucifer, my reign like Genghis Khan
Soon you will all know my name, I am the storm after the calm
I’m the victim of the victimless, the pill that makes you sick
I am chaos incarnate
“Let’s fu*king have it then, you prick!!”
[Verse 4 – Narrator]
Now the rules of the street fight are simple
It’s pretty much anything goes
Keep in the street, pretty firm on your feet
It pays to be sweet on your toes
And fools they have fallen for clumsy mistakes
Late to react, cop the fist to the face
Now the rules at the street fight are simple
[Vincent]
Break that little prick’s nose
[Verse 5 – Vincent]
Throw a punch he swallow it, follow it
Grab the collar, quick hollow-tip like karate kick
Martial art master, spark a b!tch
Park a fist on the landing strip
Carnage, it finds the cartilage
Karma served like a carbonated cola on a crucifix
Kill, Vincent wanna kill, who blood gets spilled
Move, double-tap, rude boy, kill or be killed
Do it for the fun, blud, do it for the thrill
Blue lights, boy run, blue lights, boy chill
[Verse 6 – Narrator]
So it goes in the absence of the light, the devils sow a seed in idle minds
Vincent was shaken, run from the law, hide from the bacon, crouch on the floor, the call to war made him hate the world
The world spits on him, rapes him, hits him, kicks him when he’s down and that shapes him
He hears the sound of a copper, hot up on his tail proper
Vincent off his rocker bothered by the lie that Britain sold him, what a shocker
Where greedy eat the poor, a holy war, the chosen prosper but some are never chosen they stay frozen in the locker
Destined to survive in 9-to-5 and watch the clock, but don’t think about reality my little happy shopper
A brand new show on Netflix to distract you from the horror
And swallow all your morals for a retweet or a follow
And shadow ban the problem, man a soul sold for a dollar
And keep the fight amongst yourself, don’t think about the squalor, the systems that impose it, or the rules that we all honour
And fu*k it, Vincent cooked to boiling point, he’s cannon fodder
So what’s the use in running, he’s already in the locker
He’s careless with his actions now, a clumsy motherfu*ker
He turned to face his fate, ’cause fate’s a b!tch and none will stop her
[Verse 7 – Narrator]
Richard was an officer who stood at 6 foot 3
Was his first day back at work after a time of absent leave
Working London on the night shift, what he didn’t think he’d see
Was a boy with a guitar, bruised and battered on his knees
But Richard lived in caution now, tormented by his past
Not so quick to find a trigger, not so fast
But Richard was a righteous man who lived inside the law
So he leapt upon poor Vincent and he cuffed him to the floor
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Ren – Vincent’s Tale – Self Portrait Lyrics Meaning
[Intro – Waiting Down by the Mississippi Shore performed by Campbell and Burr plays in the background]
This part has a soft, old-fashioned love song playing, which feels completely opposite to the chaos that follows. It paints a calm, romantic scene about someone deeply in love and longing to be with their partner. The lyrics are gentle and full of yearning, talking about dreaming of someone day and night, singing for them, and feeling like life isn’t complete without them. It’s peaceful, almost innocent, and sets a strange contrast for what’s coming next in Vincent’s story.
[Verse 1 – Vincent]
Here, Vincent bursts in with pure anger and frustration. He’s fed up with his life, his surroundings, and even the music that feels repetitive and meaningless. He feels trapped in a place he doesn’t connect with and blames his country for feeding him empty promises. His rage has built up so much that he feels justified in being violent, like it’s the only way to deal with the lies and betrayal he’s felt his whole life.
[Verse 2 – Vincent]
Vincent sees himself as someone who’s become rough and reckless because life gave him no other option. He’s worked hard in boring, soul-crushing jobs just to survive, and it’s taken everything from him. That daily grind has drained him emotionally and physically. Now, all that bitterness has turned into hate for the country that failed him. He wants to fight back, to hurt the system the same way it’s hurt him.
[Verse 3 – Vincent]
Now things get even darker. Vincent wants to destroy everything around him—literally break the buildings and tear down the town. He feels like his youth was wasted, and now he just numbs himself with drinking because it’s easier than facing reality. Violence becomes his way of expressing himself, like a twisted form of art. He’s fully given in to the chaos, calling himself Lucifer and comparing his rage to a powerful storm. He believes he’s the product of a broken world—someone who was pushed too far. He calls himself the victim of something that pretends not to hurt people, and now he’s turned into pure chaos, ready to unleash it all.
[Verse 4 – Singer]
This part describes how street fights work—there are no real rules, just raw instincts and reactions. You’ve got to be quick on your feet and aware of your surroundings, or you’ll get knocked out. It’s about staying sharp and not making stupid mistakes, because in that kind of fight, even a small slip-up can mean getting punched straight in the face. It’s survival of the fittest on the streets.
[Vincent]
He’s not holding back. He wants to hurt someone—break their nose. Full of rage.
[Verse 5 – Vincent]
Vincent dives headfirst into a violent fight. He throws a punch, grabs his opponent, and attacks with martial-arts-like moves. It’s fast, intense, and messy. He’s not just fighting for defense—he wants to hurt, maybe even kill. He sees it all as part of the thrill, like it gives him purpose or release. But once police sirens show up, he has to decide whether to run or stay calm. He’s on the edge, and it’s clear things could spiral any second.
[Verse 6 – Singer]
In this long section, the singer explains how people like Vincent end up the way they do. When people have nothing to do and no light in their lives, it’s easy for dark thoughts to take over. Vincent is constantly running—literally from the police, but also from a life he hates. The world has treated him like trash, and that constant pain shaped him into someone angry and dangerous. He’s been fed lies about success and fairness, while the rich get richer and the poor are stuck. Instead of fixing things, society distracts people with social media and TV, making them forget what’s really wrong. Vincent can’t take it anymore. He’s hit his breaking point and no longer cares about consequences. He’s seen as disposable by the system, and now he acts like it too—reckless, boiling over, and facing whatever comes next with nothing left to lose.
[Verse 7 – Singer]
Now we see things from Richard’s side, a police officer who’s just come back to work after being away. He’s doing a night shift in London and stumbles upon Vincent—hurt, lost, and holding a guitar. Richard has his own past that makes him cautious now, not quick to use force like maybe he used to. He tries to follow the law and do what’s right, so when he sees Vincent, instead of escalating things, he grabs him and arrests him. There’s no fight here—just two broken people crossing paths.
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Q. Who has sung Ren – Vincent’s Tale – Self Portrait song?
A. Ren – Vincent’s Tale – Self Portrait song is sung by Ren.
Q. Who wrote Ren – Vincent’s Tale – Self Portrait lyrics?
A. Ren – Vincent’s Tale – Self Portrait lyrics are penned by Ren.
Q. Who has given the music of Ren – Vincent’s Tale – Self Portrait song?
A. Ren – Vincent’s Tale – Self Portrait music is composed and produced by Ren.
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