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CIRCLE OF THE FIFTH
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THIS SONG IS BOUT THE HATRED AND VIOLENCE PREVALENT TODAY ON THE GROUNDS OF RACE,CAST AND CREED....N THE ACTUAL FUEL BEHIND ALL THE sh***
van rap metal anti government assam guwahati varun abhimanyu ichor iit antisystem abhijit shivdeep
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5 PIECE METAL OUTFIT.....WHOSE SONGS ARE BASICALLY AIMED FOR ANTI-POLITICS....ANTI-SYSTEM ....VIEWS....ALL 5 GUYS ARE IIT GUWAHATI b.tech STUDENTS....
nuthing much....ichor is 5 regular guys.... 1. varun----drums,words,people,beverages. 2. abhijit----guitars,art,poetry,gravity. 3. shivdeep----guitars,books,food,consistancy 4. van----words,screams,peace,quite. 5. abhimanyu----keys,basketball,cosmetics,headshots. jhantu,we all miss you big time.
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Alternative • Alternative General
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#11,712 today Peak #50
#3,928 in subgenre Peak #15
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ICHOR
Uploaded
September 07, 2007
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MP3 5.7 MB • 128 kbps • 6:13
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##Circle of the fifth## The Altar's spittin' out The blood you're spillin' out Your messiah shouts "Your time is runnin' out" Just like the prayer that you sold to your brother We need another Martin Luther As I close my eyes I stare upon some racist faces Look inside There's so much more than just the places Erased disgrace Replaced misplaced hate I feel communal thrifts Circle of the fifth I put my fist in your boxes of factory manufactured bliss That you sell in the shops on your list The tube broadcasts your mass mind crisis And you control the prices I put my fist in your boxes of factory manufactured bliss That you sell in the shops on your list The tube broadcasts your mass mind crisis And you control the prices The purple skies loom before my eyes With maggots and flies Comin' at me from all sides They eat not my flesh not my blood They eat my spirit I run and hide but they can sense greed Then I see you smilin' and offer me a hand I take it - it turns into sand I'm buried in the world of your material With reason burning in the furnace With maggots at the surface Its your one way ticket to the promised land I don't want your shiny little ticket Gimme my tongue and my pencil Gimme my tongue and my pencil Here's your ticket back Precision is their weapon Their weapon of choice Precision is their weapon They use it well Questions inside Another defied You need a mental shift Circle of the fifth
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