Moonlight Sonata Rap (As I Write My Final Words)

Dusk

It's a cover of the song Pure by Orgy. All rights to the original creators of the music, and whatnot - you know the drill regarding covers. And it's just a cover I did because I was bored. That's all. If you like the track, hit the ol' heart button but if you don't you can just like.. not listen to it and listen to the next thing? Maybe not like.. my stuff, but stuff you DO like? Well anyway, I appreciate the time anyone's taken to read this paragraph and waste precious minutes of their life on skimming something so pointless, but some of you guys probably use Imgur or some shit, so you're used to crap time-sinks. Love you guys, and stay posted for more crap coming soon. <3


Tom D'ark

Pure (Orgy Cover)

Mitochondria

More of the same from Tom D'Ark's alter ego, Tom McSnappy!
(I was bored.)

Devil In A Dress

Slept So Long (Queen of The Damned Vocal Cover [Jay Gordon])

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Pulling strings, marionette etiquette on the facet where the fascists went, placid; bent
fasten in, and regret where the leather set met skin, just to tap it in. 

Pass it kid, who coulda woulda these  wooden baas reliefs ain't shit, no monolithic statues click in the head  they shoulda been dead back way back in the pines when the needles met. 

Couldn't regret what steps I made just to step into the hyper-violent ultraviolet light, is it fight, is it flight am I breathing just to survive, I can't tell my left from right. 

I can't tell the dark from the light, am I blind or am I finally seeing what's past the kited wool blanket that's over my eyes. It comes as surprise, no chance for reprisals.

This ain't depression, I'm not suicidal. I promise, I'm not Keyser Söze, I'm vital.
Iron strike in where the likes meet their equally fabricated  idols

Cataclysmic cyst catalyst constructing wars for the  ever sick battles. 

When flames fan more flames, they feed off the need to hear the other death rattles.

I need a limit break, but I think it's  too late, I've already levitate past what the beams can take. No time for the heaven's sake, sure I'm forsaken, take what you will from my black words, and white face. 


Bitch I'm repugnant, one step beyond word disgustin'
Busting maggots like chips in the lunch and, take the fetid remains and scabby bandaids, and creatin' a dust up. 
Know I'm a fuck up. Lay you to waste, I got shit in the graves that I'm afraid to dig up again

G R A V E Y A R D 

Behold the testament that penetrates Kevlar vests like a vestment.

Rest and then take the time to pick off the rest of em, Rest of them, bitch T be the best of them. 

Test it and back off the breath of him. Or get beat my baclumum, Scott Backula making leaps quantum, and spin this shit like it's a party favor, and the neighbors be expecting them. 

Fat-T

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Tom D'Ark

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