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Rhyme Asylum have been around for a long time battling in UK circuits and producing head banging classics such as their last release 'State Of Lunacy' and on the 23rd of April 2010 they released their next instalment: Solitary Confinement.
The album begins with a track titled the same as the album name which features high quality production and nothing but a flow of constant and relentless and clever punchlines that us fans have longed for, not to mention their sick wordplay.
The album features a track from the well known Crooked-I (also a member of Slaughterhouse) titled 'Event Horizon' which is a classic dose of the head bangers R.A constantly release.
- I’m on the balcony practising ancient alchemy
- Vest on the chest in case they try to Martin or Malcolm me
Not only does the group yet again produce some of the best work coming from the Underground with their aggressive style, they also have a track which features immense story telling titled 'Broken Window'. The track however is not a pretty story, the track goes into describe past time events of the victims of Donald Ewen Cameron and the MK Ultra Experiments.
The album also features some great deep and uplifting tracks such as 'I Know' and if this doesn't suffice, I can guarantee the rest of the album will, not to even mention their other overseas feature on the album - Ill Bill.
Broken Window by Rhyme Asylum
Broken Window Lyrics
- My name is Dean Emit, victim of a serious mistake
- Diagnosed as clinically insane
- Sectioned, imprisoned and detained
- The last thing I remember I was being physically restrained
- First sensed something was amiss
- Noticing the other inmates had cuts across their wrists
- My trust in the nurses hesitated
- Instantly ceased taking medication [Waiting]
- They segregated selective mental patients
- I once caught a glimpse of the room where they’d take them
- Reasons why remain undisclosed
- A hundred volts straight to the victim’s frontal lobes
- Disguised as medical tests
- Vulnerable people were being sentenced to death
- [This is beyond madness] I had to escape
- Spent night and day racking my brain
- Insomniac, but I had no solid plan
- One day in group therapy, eventually lost my rag
- [Is this some kind of sick joke?]
- Next thing I knew, a doctor pushed me straight through a window
- Awoke later in my bed, as my mind cleared
- A pain in my side sparking the idea
- Tied up without side effects
- Shook loose the undetected shard of glass from behind my vest
- Heart pounding inside my chest
- Managed to slice my restraints, fell down beside my bed
- Stood up, pulled off the ceiling’s iron mesh
- Climbed the winding vent entangled in spider webs
- Exited down a flight of steps
- Ditched my hospital gown so the dogs won’t find the scent
- Felt the cold wind on my face
- Blinded by the moonlight, my mental prison escape
- His name was Doctor Emit institutionalised
- For committing the most unusual crimes
- Torturing patients numerous times
- ‘Till one escaped, brought the truth to the light
- Losing his mind but kept it top secret
- Unnecessary methods of shock treatment
- No waiting list kept going till the power died
- Or the patient did, which ever came first
- He was a slave to his hunger within
- Tied them up sewed razors under their skin
- Eyes void of emotion
- When asked why he did it, he just said the voices had spoken
- Insane, locked in a cell
- Dementia in control of all knowledge of self
- Day to day he’d yell about the crimes
- Like he didn’t do them and they’re still taking place
- Swimming in the depths of depression
- Volatile, living on the edge of aggression
- Never did get a confession
- (Flipped out) during a routine group therapy session
- When asked “are you scared of the past?"
- He jumped up by the window put his chair through the glass
- Demented look in his face
- Guards took him away put him to bed fully restrained
- Didn’t bother drugging him up
- The next morning they walked in and saw him covered in blood
- Should’ve known from behaviour patterns
- That this was a suicide waiting to happen
- Life he came to hate with a passion
- Shard to the wrist, fatal attraction
- Examining the evil deed
- There it was on the floor the jagged killer that didn’t flee the scene
- Broken Window
- Window to the soul, broken
- Now his ghost is out in the open
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