Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Massacre, artist - Swollen Members. Album song Black Magic, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 13.07.2009
Record label: Battle Axe
Song language: English
Massacre |
| Small pieces of metal get embedded in your skin |
| Asymmetrical trajectory as seen by Galileo |
| Ride the horse color pale, reminiscent of Rembrandt |
| Pyrokinesis, enjoy the taste of the kickback |
| Red forbidden planet, amulets that conjure souls |
| Doomed to float forever in the threshold of the crossroads |
| Crossed bones &skulls, palms with a pulse |
| The mouth of madness, arrangement orchestral |
| Celestial bodies undetected by the human eye |
| Reflected rays into the stratosphere whether its day or night |
| The folklore continues, delirium &mania |
| No available serum for victims of Transylvania |
| Stunned numbness Shane stand strongest |
| Things gone wrong and still drills the conquest |
| Mad from brain cell like bong hits |
| Thor’s war hammer, I Donkey kong kids |
| Kiss the serpent some sense of purpose |
| Cross before the crown of the kingdom is worthless |
| You think I’m crazy when at first we meet |
| But the devil and his children walk with earthly feet |
| Abandonment issues, heart palpitations |
| Table for one, won’t start conversations |
| Broke both hearts apart, I still hear her when she screams |
| I’m in the cracked mirror of her dreams |
| Truth deployment, regroup for youth enjoyment |
| Recoup from truth employment |
| Fire circles, spirits in the seance |
| Mental chaos, my mind’s melting crayons |
| Ain’t nothin guaranteed but death |
| Reach for the stars |
| Capture that moment worldwide |
| Going in for the kill right now |
| Don’t waste your time |
| Ain’t nothin guaranteed but death |
| Reach for the stars |
| Capture that moment worldwide |
| Swollen Members |
| Fathoms and fathoms of deep water the phantoms of speech |
| Alters the martyrs of modern-day lexicography |
| Archers and archers and stonecarvers with statues that seem larger |
| The fathers of promising new discology |
| Tables of gold made for sacrificial ceremonies |
| Primitive equipment, instruments from the conservatory |
| Infernal regions that burn when youre breathing |
| Internally melting, externally freezing |
| Cocoon crack open, consume black smoke |
| My platoon snaps chewing tobacco |
| Six feet deep, Madchild ashes on the mantle |
| Society attacks, show canceled |
| Handful of hatred, surrounded by candles and sacred |
| Heart pound profoundly I’m bakin' |
| (Come closer) |
| Control freak carnival, black crows in the sunset |
| Ain’t nothin' guaranteed but death |
| Reach for the stars |
| Capture that moment worldwide |