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