Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sinister, 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
Sinister |
| Wreathe the whirlwind |
| Revisit the deep end |
| Ghost town, show down, diamond head creek bed |
| The fugitive pugilist |
| Luminous, anonymous |
| Doomsday is looming us, it’s obvious |
| Heal like the hands of a medicine man |
| Decon feathers |
| Flesh on bone |
| Real vendettas |
| Steal cantines, at least two roam on wild plain |
| For my voice drain the gramophone, dance for rain |
| Cloak and spell |
| Choke on smoke from my broken quail |
| Pray from the padre when I take you from your madre |
| Bottom barrel rum, double-barrel light a broadway |
| Derelicts of dialect |
| Dangerous environment |
| Lone star, no law will ever slow my hand |
| So far, quick draw, quit while you can |
| Quicksand suffocates and draws out the breathing |
| Hallucinations follow |
| And then, loss of feeling |
| Welcome to the darkside |
| With counter-clockwise |
| You lookin' through the glass from the outside |
| Be safe when you come in |
| Cause death’ll leave ya mouth wide |
| Soul, legs and the body |
| Spirit from me now, rise |
| I arrive to take lives and tell lives |
| I’m wanted dead or alive, cause when the needle cries |
| In your bloodstream |
| I’m the one drivin' this lush dream |
| Overdose an eye on you, so, don’t ever trust me |
| Hang the hang man |
| Jesse James gang |
| Guns drawn at sundown, fun starts from one pound |
| The one pound of marijuana, new era |
| Shame blue lightning in a Porsche Guerrera |
| Still, I’m all heart |
| This a mind true as dark |
| To my dream team |
| Til my death do us part |
| Break bread with convict, real fucking killers |
| Get clocked by cop with binoculars |
| I’m unpopular |
| But able to manipulate |
| Your social circle |
| You should just be careful |
| I’m the Deer Hunter |
| It’s a tough winter |
| Still, I’m inventive |
| This a real friendship |
| We ride under the moonlight, break of dawn |
| Not actors, cowboy hat, mask and black horse |
| Factor kicked in Commando Rambo |
| Tahoe to Lambough |
| That’s when we gamble |
| Eight bars of bravehearts |
| Circle through your brain, I’m perfectly insane |
| Who wanna challenge the birth of Christ on |
| The calender |
| You a Scorpio on the horoscope |
| World’s ugliest man, plus I’m adorable |
| Oracle that can predict intentions |
| Still filled with tention, drunk with revenge |
| While my enemies have lunch with my friends |
| Children of the twilight, born in primal fury |
| The hammer on the strings plays a death song wickedly |
| Prevail’ll nail through your heart, sounds painful |
| Trumpets welcome me like Gabriel The Archangel |
| Hollow images |
| Wavering echoes |
| Subtle differences, pinebox and shovel |
| Barb wire, dynamite, switchblade advocates |
| Starfire midnight full moon naturalist |