Hell's Carousel 2 by Ispank

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Hell's Carousel 2 by Ispank - Stripped Acoustic Primitivism; Full Cinematic Noir music cover art

Hell's Carousel 2

Ispank

Stripped Acoustic Primitivism; Full Cinematic Noir

0:002:54
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**Chorus**
**Tempo**
70 p.m. storm, raising the notes.
Places vaguely still reps our locks & cloak mid-hombre read.
Coleman, Stephen, our Busan likes gon' rise beats his eye.
Hanging the ring scene with the dead read, & the boy will start.
Strong.
The lies rain down, just like jury verdicts.
A warden’s grin shows the dark is infinite.
You ask me how, how isn’t this real?
See the streetlights shine, on Reapers’s newest kill.
Tire screech, muzzle flash, blood paints the alley.
Dogs bark in time, but the shotgun barely.
Dogs bark in time, but the shotgun barely.
Real nose, do your cock back, hit the target.
Windows roll down, goodbye desperate idiots.
You can’t see now, can’t breathe now.
Only choir sings, hell’s door is opening.
Get ready for the hell house to drag you down, down, down, down.
Round after round, the bullet glows.
When will it stop, the devil knows.
The crowd breaking, clacking, & opening now.
Hear the hell house growl, ready to drag you down.
Laying dead in the alley, slayed by the bullet ballet.
Demons never get caught, with your body displayed on the asphalt.
Front door splinters, boot hits, welcome home.
She’s got a .22, and a heel on your throat.
Fuck you, echoes, while the canine swallows.
Eon lights on their rides, shines like Judgement Day lows.
Stomaching knots in the city’s a furnace.
A penny in a gutter, not even.
Oh’h’h’
Oh’h’h’