Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Paradise Lost, artist - Swollen Members. Date of issue: 04.01.2010
Song language: English
Paradise Lost |
| Scalin' buildings with my fingers |
| These fingers stuck in your third eye |
| As i gotcha paralyzed, the harbinger |
| Bad tidings residing in limbo |
| Until nightfall i might crawl outta the shadows in your sleep |
| Cuz my wristbone’s connected to the hand bone’s connected to the |
| Jizz nasty i can never let it walk on by |
| Why do i feel so high when it strikes mid-knight in shining armor |
| Cybernetic snake charmer |
| All you can get |
| Your sweat glands and pores in your skin |
| Release spores from within leviathan |
| Can’t hang unless you swing by the neck |
| Untempered instrumentals got you smooth |
| As a Lincoln Continental’s cruise |
| Your core bruise until your spine and |
| Press rewind too many times |
| And catch several shurikens |
| To your mind and soul as i swallow it whole |
| I see you grippin on |
| Cybertron optimist call me crypticon |
| Synchro on quartz tryin to thwart the impending doom |
| Howlin' like coyotes at the moon |
| When its almost high noon niggas swoon like ninjas |
| Unite west coast avengers |
| Drift on swollen member |
| Sparkling crackling |
| Tackling stacked assailants |
| Medievel magicians practice under heavy surveillance |
| The ultimate quartet indestructable unpredictable |
| Symbolic sorcerers collaborate with one trick to pull |
| The trick is to focus |
| Make millions from swollen billions |
| Seek the weak and destroy |
| Soldiers controlling civilians |
| Deploy the daredevil dimension |
| Competition cringes |
| They couldn’t get open if they came equipped with hinges |
| Addicted to dope injected by swollen syringes |
| This flame thrower singes and burns you to a crisp of ashes |
| I’m ill suffer from constant hot flashes |
| Bad rock annihlates violator retaliates |
| Vertibreaker will mutilate |
| Ghost causing sirens |
| Hands of hostility strangling evil tyrants |
| Who worship the power plant i’ve seen many strange things |
| Protect the sacred circle and beware of the changelings |
| Move the masses changing your acetone mono |
| We’re high tech phonos slash ??? |
| Labyrinth spreading chaotic activity |
| Wide open door frivolling away like cumulus clouds |
| Your a black rose lost in my black flag |
| Motel strange corridors |
| With the only sensor receptacles receiving technical difficulties |
| Mics philiac ??? |
| No gimmicks |
| A patch over your left eye |
| While the venomous |
| Serum leaks in your heart print |
| Indent a paragraph and the message is sent |
| Transparent sentiments |
| That are radioactive |
| And leave a fritz like apocalypse |
| Leaving the former ??? |
| Attempt your consciousness like triplets |
| Back to back to back like ??? |
| In a foreign country we still excavate doves |
| Isolate you to a torture |
| Merchants in my village |
| Remains of no life just cold breezes and past souls |
| Mistaking fake saviors |
| Blessed in his own castle |
| Now its just relics left back ??? |
| And the color is tinted |
| Enter the uncensored center of Lord Magenta |
| A member of Mensa doctor mind bender |
| Middle earth fabric tearer |
| Like Serpentor, my crushed velvet cape drags through the quicksand, at long last |
| And scribe masters with poison penmanship |
| Summer equinoxes and winter solstices shift liquid land |
| I lift my crooked hands and orchestrate |
| The blatant containment of force so florescent |
| You’re surely asking for your melting pot |
| To be a meeting spot |
| For contaminate contestants |
| Even Nostradamus couldn’t predict these Nosferatus |
| With advanced sharpened lance and pierce you |