Luyện nghe bài hát Black Magic

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

It goes: Red Bull and
Im a psycho like
Glorify the gangster whether handcuffed or up
Drink Pepsi-Cola same friends still
Still Swollen, only is the heat that Im holding
You dont wanna get me all fired up
You'll be the one that up with his mouth wired shut
High voltage cause power
Set a bad example for the
How bout it
Madchild's starting an who wanna join it
raise your fists if you enjoying it
Soldiers of fortune, massacre
Brain react fast a maniacs after you
stirs in the silence of my room,
Cant hold back with god, sin follows through
Black jack, fire arms, cars, trying hard,
Forest fires, horrified, war cries, bars

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

The arts, incantations and spell craft,
Circles and the same fury that hell hath..

De humani fabrica
The structure of the body, welcome to Gattaca
Twin in the hallway, elevators of blood,
Spin words like spider's silk burn the fires built
Doves fly, straight from the of a replicant,
Run the blade cities of the heaven sent
I'm melted chrome and twisted metal,
literature from the seamless vessel
The dark arts incantations and spell circles and stars
The same fury hell hath
Feathers of an Osprey, glove of the falconeer,
Treasure chests of gold, told then you all come near
Photons and gammas, rays and
Sailed with Jason and the Argonauts in ancient
The lords of the world sance and candlelight,
Connections to spirits dance in the afterlife

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

Contortionists, of knives and fire-eaters,
performers that wont change
And I either.
I can see the like Nostradamus,
A over troubled waters
Something this way comes.
The scythe and the glass in a capsule of morphine
Drag chains the castle grounds
in darker clothing
Pit and the pendulum, and the rainbow,
My lineage the arrow, my the crossbow

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