Luyện nghe bài hát Black Magic

Self Abuse Help Produce Magic Deeply Depressed Im The Best Thats Tragic
You really wanna get me all fired up...

It Red Bull and vodka
Im a psycho chopper
the gangster whether handcuffed or locked up
Drink same friends still rolling
Still Swollen, only difference is the that Im holding
You really wanna get me all fired up
You'll be the one that ends up with his wired shut
High cause power outages
Set a bad for the youth
How it kids
Madchild's starting an who wanna join it
Warriors your fists if you enjoying it
of fortune, chainsaw massacre
Brain react fast when a after you
stirs in the silence of my room,
Cant hold back with god, sin follows through
jack, fire arms, foreign cars, trying hard,
Forest fires, horrified, war cries, iron

Black Magic, spit life with breath,
Not likely to forget, its like we left
Black Magic, the worlds for change
Whos feeling this pain, are we in vain
Black Magic, are we dreaming in
Black Magic, you the same pain
Cant what we dont understand
Gone back down beneath, heads high,
MAGIC

The dark arts, and spell craft,
Circles and stars the same fury hell hath..

De humani fabrica
The structure of the human body, to Gattaca
Twin girls in the hallway, of blood,
Spin words like silk burn when the fires built
Doves fly, from the hands of a replicant,
Run the futuristic cities of the heaven sent
I'm melted chrome and twisted metal,
literature from the seamless vessel
The dark arts incantations and craft circles and stars
The same fury that hath
of an Osprey, leather glove of the falconeer,
Treasure chests of gold, tales then you all come near
Photons and gammas, rays and
Sailed with Jason and the Argonauts in ancient
The lords of the hidden world and candlelight,
Connections to spirits dance in the afterlife

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Shane's brain a hurricane, a death march,
Never let your dream die, the best part
man I snap like a pit
Axe murderer, get hacked up to
car, hardbar, Heineken, pornstars, tourbus,
Truck stop, horse, motor cross
Mad a poetic self portrait,
Warlock that rocks still in fortress

Contortionists, of knives and fire-eaters,
Nonconformist that wont change
And I either.
I can see the future Nostradamus,
A bridge troubled waters
Something this way comes.
The scythe and the glass in a capsule of morphine
chains around the castle grounds
Dressed in darker
Pit and the pendulum, and the rainbow,
My the arrow, my bloodline the crossbow

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