Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Black Magic, artist - Swollen Members. Album song Greatest Hits (Ten Years of Turmoil), in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 15.03.2010
Record label: Battle Axe
Song language: English
Black Magic |
Self Abuse Help Produce Black Magic Deeply Depressed Im The Best Thats Tragic |
You dont really wanna get me all fired up… |
Madchild: |
It goes: Red Bull and vodka |
Im a psycho like chopper |
Glorify the gangster whether handcuffed or locked up Drink Pepsi-Cola same friends still rolling |
Still Swollen, only difference is the heat that Im holding |
You dont really wanna get me all fired up You’ll be the one that ends up with his mouth wired shut |
High voltage cause power outages |
Set a bad example for the youth |
How bout it kids |
Madchild’s starting an army who wanna join it Warriors raise your fists if you enjoying it Soldiers of fortune, chainsaw massacre |
Brain react fast when a maniacs after you |
Guilt stirs in the silence of my room, |
Cant hold back with god, still sin follows through |
Black jack, fire arms, foreign cars, trying hard, |
Forest fires, horrified, war cries, iron bars |
Chorus: |
Black Magic, spit life with every breath, |
Not likely to forget, its like we never left |
Black Magic, the worlds screaming for change |
Whos feeling this pain, are we dreaming in vain |
Black Magic, are we dreaming in vain |
Black Magic, you feeling the same pain |
Cant fear what we dont understand |
Gone back down beneath, heads high, upperhand |
BlACK MAGIC |
Prevail: |
The dark arts, incantations and spell craft, |
Circles and stars the same fury that hell hath. |
De humani corporis fabrica |
The structure of the human body, welcome to Gattaca |
Twin girls in the hallway, elevators of blood, |
Spin words like spider’s silk burn when the fires built |
Doves fly, straight from the hands of a replicant, |
Run the blade futuristic cities of the heaven sent |
I’m home melted chrome and twisted metal, |
Surrealist literature from the seamless vessel |
The dark arts incantations and spell craft circles and stars |
The same fury that hell hath |
Feathers of an Osprey, leather glove of the falconeer, |
Treasure chests of gold, tales told then you all come near |
Photons and gammas, rays and beams |
Sailed with Jason and the Argonauts in ancient leagues |
The lords of the hidden world séance and candlelight, |
Connections to spirits that dance in the afterlife |
(Chorus) |
Madchild: |
Shane’s brain a hurricane, it’s a death march, |
Never let your dream die, thats the best part |
Stormrider man I snap like a pit |
Axe murderer, get hacked up to bits |
Muscle car, hardbar, Heineken, pornstars, tourbus, |
Truck stop, iron horse, motor cross |
Mad paints a poetic self portrait, |
Warlock that rocks still locked in fortress |
Prevail: |
Contortionists, swallowers of knives and fire-eaters, |
Nonconformist performers that wont change |
And I wont either. |
I can see the future like Nostradamus, |
A bridge over troubled waters |
Something wicked this way comes. |
The scythe and the hour glass in a capsule of morphine |
Drag chains around the castle grounds |
Dressed in darker clothing |
Pit and the pendulum, serpent and the rainbow, |
My lineage the arrow, my bloodline the crossbow |
(Chorus) |