Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Funeral March, artist - Swollen Members. Album song Armed to the Teeth, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 26.10.2009
Record label: Battle Axe
Song language: English
Funeral March |
| Madchild |
| Focus of an orchestra, dozen black roses |
| Energy of rock group, symphony’s explosive |
| Half the appetite, that’s the sacrifice |
| That’s the path of light, laugh to afterlife |
| Lightly primitive disturbing images |
| Center of attention, feel my inner-tension |
| Conquest original, intent to purify spirit |
| Regiment descend with a vengeance |
| My brothers shed blood with me |
| You hate on what I’d love to be |
| It goes paralyzed force, I fly through my verse |
| I fly high in a parallel universe |
| Strange fascinations living in a world |
| Where children actually spit on become greatness |
| I’m antisocial, misplaced aggression |
| I’m not your trophy, love breeds obsession |
| Yesterday does not exist |
| Tomorrow is made |
| Today is all there is |
| Madchild |
| Lust for advancement, personal development |
| Mentally elevate psychedelic elements |
| Isolated Madchild talk torture |
| Zolac to Zoltar, dirtbikes and go-karts |
| Dark town iron-jawed angel |
| Danger’s no foreigner, I enjoy strangers |
| Aqua blue, turquoise and green scenery |
| Fascinated landscape, my mind’s machinery |
| Prevail |
| The danger’s imminent, the razor blades are intricately |
| Placed inside our mouths, we spit them out at the belligerent |
| A blessed array, decrepit decayed, an epic display |
| Be selective of the records you play |
| In the black marble banquet hall back when I can’t recall |
| Show down house of blue leaves, blood and snowfall |
| We’re indestructible impossible odds |
| Competition stops breathing? |
| I’m a possible cause |
| Yesterday does not exist |
| Tomorrow is made |
| Today is all there is |
| Saafir |
| The illusion is lifted, the mist of this life with shifted dimensions for the |
| demented souls |
| Who hold pistols in suspense of the last days suspended |
| Animation of the free will revealed as a test but not yet |
| Not until the last footsteps leave the green grass |
| After the coffin is tossed in a soft pit of six feet of spirit form |
| You watch it feeling awful and nauseous |
| The angel of death just stomped you as you crossed through the universal sauce |
| Your agnostic belief cost you your afterlife |
| Punishment of the grave as you approached by two blue-eyed angels |
| No halos with dark faces, expressionless |
| Three questions, no less than this |
| No guessing, only a rebel of God wanted the session in which case he will see |
| his place in hellfire |
| Yesterday does not exist |
| Tomorrow is made |
| Today is all there is |