Текст песни
Self abuse help produce black magic
Deeply depressed I'm the best that's tragic
You don't really wanna get me all fired up
It goes: red bull and vodka
I'm a psycho like chopper
Glorify the gangster whether handcuffed or locked up
Drink pepsi-cola same friends still rolling
Still swollen, only difference is the heat that I'm holding
You don't really wanna get me all fired up
You'll be the one that ends up with his mouth wired shut
High voltage cause power outages
Set a bad example for the youth
How bout it kids
Madchild's starting an army who wanna join it
Warriors raise your fists if you enjoying it
Soldiers of fortune, chainsaw massacre
Brain react fast when a maniacs after you
Guilt stirs in the silence of my room
Cant hold back with god, still sin follows through
Black jack, fire arms, foreign cars, trying hard
Forest fires, horrified, war cries, iron bars
Black magic, spit life with every breath,
Not likely to forget, its like we never left
Black magic, the worlds screaming for change
Who's feeling this pain, are we dreaming in vain
Black magic, are we dreaming in vain
Black magic, you feeling the same pain
Cant fear what we don't understand
Gone back down beneath, heads high, upperhand
Black magic
The dark arts, incantations and spell craft
Circles and stars the same fury that hell hath
De humani corporis fabrica
The structure of the human body, welcome to gattaca
Twin girls in the hallway, elevators of blood
Spin words like spider's silk burn when the fires built
Doves fly, straight from the hands of a replicant
Run the blade futuristic cities of the heaven sent
I'm home melted chrome and twisted metal
Surrealist literature from the seamless vessel
The dark arts incantations and spell craft circles and stars
The same fury that hell hath
Feathers of an osprey, leather glove of the falconeer