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Death by 1000 Cuts
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Rorshak (1313) "This rudderless world is not shaped by vague metaphysical forces. It is not God who kills the children. Not Fate that butchers them or Destiny that feeds them to dogs. It's us. Only us." - Walter Kovacs aka Rorschach, The Watchmen FREE EP FOR DOWNLOAD HERE: http://www.megaupload.com/?d=SJFUVLL4 And here: http://www.soundclick.com/rorshakbenjaminslotep
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Hip-Hop • Alternative Hip Hop
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Peak #968
Peak in subgenre #88
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Rorshak
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Rorshak
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November 24, 2006
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MP3 2.1 MB • 128 kbps • 2:20
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Verse 1: Fire in the morning, fire in the evening. Split wide open suffering and bleeding I see throught the veil your malicious intentions My wounds are peepholes into alternate dimensions Secrets are kept, untold yet again You'll be cannibalized by floating doll heads More than a warning, this is a prelude To catacylismic ethereal deluge You act real tough but you just all talk While I've trained the thunder to be my alarm clock I cut myself up but I feel no pain You beware of chupacabras tapping on your window pane Studies have show that total isolation Will lead a human being into chronic masturbation With all the misery and the discontent The earth must exist for my own amusement Verse 2: I'll admit my songs aren't thought provoking They're more like the sounds of an infant choking I don't make it in music, oh well then. I'll dedicate my life to castrating orphans The police just found another poor fag Suffocated to death with a chloroform rag I thought I finally changed, I guess I reverted I'll just stare into space till I see colors inverted The patients escaped from the mental hospital They fuck whatever moves. So stay as still as possible I was not born, I was bled into life I was made with no hands and pearl black eyes I'm glad that you say that I inspire you But tell me who the fuck will inspire the muse? Who the hell's who? What the fuck's what? You've been sentenced to death by 1000 cuts.
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