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Garotte
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Garotte was released on November 26, 2012 by High Focus Records as a part of the album Better.Luck.Next.Life
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Release DateNovember 26, 2012
LabelHigh Focus Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ed Scissor
Ed Scissor
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
R Legge
R Legge
Composer
Thomas Hawkins
Thomas Hawkins
Songwriter

Lyrics

Life is fading
That's why I'm in museums throwing petrol
Bombs and judo chopping priceless paintings
My mind's amazing
That's why the mic is breaking in my grasp
Before I put it near my mouth to say shit
Your eyes are gravy
They're dribbling off my plate and causing mayhem
In these couplets that your features gave me
Inspiration but the light is fading
So I just sit around until I'm old and out until the creatures take me
Amalgamation of the town that made me
Fuck the human contact concepts, it's this town that made me
Stick around and try save me
Do that if you like, but be warned I know you'll live to hate me
A hammer to my skull will cave it in
Or butcher knife my fucking face to pieces
Make a decision man, quit debating
After all the battles we've been grating
And all the violent baitness
Come home to find I've smashed your place in
I might've made decisions in the past that were lazy
But who could blame me?
Probably you, but man I'm done with hatred
The trouble is that I'm not done with hating
So sit amongst the debris
And take a second in this fucking daydream
Take a second out to jump on graves
Till the taste of love remains a fuzzy brain freeze
Taste the fucking brain grease
Ghost cinema but I'm not paying
Lie in our filth until the flies start
Laying eggs around the crumpled acres
Fuck this fucking daydream
I'd rather wake up now than wake up with a
Hundred thousand problems on my doorstep waiting
Watch the paint thin, sniff the fumes and watch the days gleam
Drain steam straight oozing off these wasting pages
Like a foreign body grazing on your naked body baked in
All the fucking promises I play the fucking game with
Winter's coming, I'm still into nothing
Apart from hunting through my drawers in
Search of something that will fuck me up quick
Or searching on the web for clever ways to try and snuff it
Murder with a rusty musket
See we were once above the summit
But as the mountains crumbled down I knew that time was changing now
Another night, another day around in circles running
Vital signs of life decide to plummet deeper
Than the pipes that keep the water running
And they're the force I run with
A tour de force of lies and lawlessness
Curtains drawn morbid and demons gushing
'Cause I'm alive or something
That's what the people tell me
Before this rush of poison makes me chug the regal liquids
Still I'm alive or something
But only just I'm thinking
'Cause I can sense the evil spirits hover just behind me
'Cause I'm alive or something
I feel my pulse is pumping garbage through the mass of flesh
That makes up every part of every single limb and finger
That's dangling from Edward Scissor
Hours picking out the splinters
Fingerprints and shrivelled sphincters
If there were ten of you and ten of me
Would we find a combination fit for stardom
Or would they melt and bleed in perfect symmetry?
Forty fists and kicking feet
Ripping arms and killing sprees
Cataclysmic misery
Amidst the evil habits and cerebral damage I see beacons flashing
Say what you see inside your feeble cabbage
It's always worked for me
Working with the workmen till the work defeats
The person that I've murdered in this murder scene
The same person in the shoes and socks upon my feet
Edward Scissortongue the worthless creep
Wallowing in buckets full of bird seed and rancid burger meat
The kind of prick that you avoid when walking down the street
Written by: R Legge, Thomas Hawkins
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