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Uploaded: 2014/06/18

Track 10 from Boondox new album "Abaddon"

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9 years ago

Maryjane VanWinkle

A friend of mine showed me this it's helped me through the thoughts I thank him 

9 years ago

Caitlin Biggs

Hey fam I've got a channel if ya guys wanna check it out just look up my name. Bye.

10 years ago

Aimee Dowling

Killerman then you never were a juggalo

10 years ago

Jayme Fritsch

For anyone who said they did not know why boondox would use a song for a Mashup must not know the meaning behind the original song or understand him as a artist... this isn't the first song about child abuse and family issues he's made....love it. The story behind is this and it's copied and pasted.. smh research people...... under the couch. Under the table. The closet under the stairs. Three places to run. Three places to hide. Every time their voices would rise I would run to the closest sanctuary and thank God I was small enough to fit. Those voices that ran across each corner of the room seemed to reverberate off my very skin. Dad. He told me to call him Sir. Never Dad. Mom. She told me to call her Hannah. She was so pretty when she slept. She was so pretty when she was happy. Now, her body of twenty years was old. Tired from no sleep, breaking from fingertips pressed into her sides, and boiling with too hard of liquor for her fragile, porcelain outline. After every uproar, every tear by her, and every empty bottle by him they would come looking. Her, happy to see him turn his malice towards me. Him, happy to turn his malice away from himself. I was the six year old pathetic coward. Sir, I would say. My eyes would wander to Hannah with frightened curiosity. What had I done? I called him sir. I called her Hannah. They called me Henry at school. They called me Henry at church. They called me Monster at home.After black, they would confine me to my room. A tiny room with one window, where their words said minutes earlier would form long sentences and wrap around in a circle above my head like those music boxes loving mothers would clip to the sides of their infants cribs. I hated my room. I hated the dark. They knew it, too, and took pleasure in locking me in. Locking me in where they could get me. Dear Reader: Please note, if you ever were a six year old child, remember what it was like to lay in bed and imagine that loud heartbeat pulsing thick from underneath your mattress. Remember that hand that hovered over your face once you closed your eyes. Remember that loud breathing that resided around your open window. The creatures. That white little girl that crawled towards you in the night, hair hanging around the neck, fingers outstretched. To a child it is horrid. To an adult, it is a memory that most barely ever remember. Twenty years later. I didn't understand love. I didn't understand human connection. I only understood the weather: constantly changing. I understood change. I didn't understand safety, or any emotion, be it love, or hate, that could be unconditional. I was at my second year of college. I was striving to be a writer. I didn't trust the crowds. I would go to my apartment, sit at my small desk I had gotten at a garage sale, and stay there for hours with my books, my papers, and a bottle of brandy. Then the day would end, and I'd get ready for the next. I slept with the lights on. Always. I didn't want many things, but every once in a while, I hate to admit, I would want to feel that popular emotion I had read about in so many books: love. I was scared to administer it myself. I was scared to feel for another person. So things happened. On the walk to my apartment I saw a girl in a red sweater. I pardoned her and asked her if she knew where Rebecca street was. She looked at me in a funny way, paused, and turned her back to me. My hands ran to her shoulders, my lips to her neck. Hard fingers, hard hands. Her soft hair, thin ankles. I ran off, leaving the crème skinned girl crying at her violette bruises left in patches under her sweater and skirt. I had been born of glass but now I only felt apathy. No regrets, but still, that hard human pain that is there when you know you have done a terrible trespass. I went back to my apartment. I turned all the lights on and opened the window. The night was calm and beautiful. The wind brought in glow flies by the dozen. They did not bother me like they did to most locals here. They brought light and company and I loved them with all my heart. I broke the lamps and poured the liquid into the bath tub. Small shards of porcelain glass managed to mix in with the water as well, that was now pouring from the faucet. I added the remaining kerosene I kept under my sink and by my desk which I had used as a denaturant for my alcohol. 

10 years ago

aaron kohtz

whoop whoop

10 years ago

Michael Hopkins

Whoop Whoop

10 years ago

MilitryPuppt FUBAR

Sorry to post so many times guys but, I've listened to this song about 6 times in a row now lol... i'm going to E-mail BoonDox and get their Permission to Cover this song in my band... I Personally think it would sound alot better with a little more Electric Guitar and Drums. Keep up with my channel for about 3 months and we should have it Recorded and on Youtube.

10 years ago

MilitryPuppt FUBAR

I don't even like Rap but, this is SICK... pretty sure they have a SCREAMO Version as well.

10 years ago

MilitryPuppt FUBAR

Just saw your post SandMan... like i said, this is way better than the Meg N Dia Version lmao

10 years ago

MilitryPuppt FUBAR

Dudue... this song is SICK... heard the saying "this is the shit"??? well... THIS IS THE SHIT! Way better thean the Meg and Dia Dubstep Version lmao. Those Lyrics have alot of meaning.

10 years ago

thejuggalotis4dis

old version way better

10 years ago

kazo kazo

this is the remake when he got back with zug or psy

10 years ago

lilkornman1

This aint the actual beat to the song

10 years ago

lilkornman1

This beat sucks

10 years ago

Xzavier Espinoza

This sounds different from the version I have downloaded 

10 years ago

Braden Lawler

Life is like a song I'm at the verse and searching for the chorus

10 years ago

sameer momin

song give me chills

10 years ago

Lynda May

Song had me thinkin wow

10 years ago

Jacob Matheny

You stupid birch 

10 years ago

Amaterasu7

Isnt there a non rapping version? 

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