Luyện nghe bài hát Black Magic

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

It goes: Red Bull and
Im a psycho chopper
Glorify the gangster whether handcuffed or up
Drink same friends still rolling
Swollen, only difference is the heat that Im holding
You dont really get me all fired up
You'll be the one ends up with his mouth wired shut
High cause power outages
Set a bad example for the
How it kids
starting an army who wanna join it
Warriors raise your if you enjoying it
of fortune, chainsaw massacre
Brain react fast a maniacs after you
Guilt stirs in the of my room,
Cant hold back with god, still sin through
Black jack, fire arms, cars, trying hard,
Forest fires, horrified, war cries, bars

Black Magic, spit life with breath,
Not to forget, its like we never left
Magic, the worlds screaming for change
Whos this pain, are we dreaming in vain
Black Magic, are we in vain
Black Magic, you the same pain
Cant fear what we understand
Gone down beneath, heads high, upperhand
BlACK

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

De corporis fabrica
The structure of the human body, welcome to
Twin girls in the hallway, of blood,
Spin words like spider's silk when the fires built
Doves fly, straight the hands of a replicant,
Run the blade futuristic cities of the sent
I'm home melted and twisted metal,
Surrealist literature from the seamless
The arts incantations and spell craft 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
and gammas, rays and beams
Sailed with Jason and the Argonauts in leagues
The lords of the hidden world and candlelight,
Connections to spirits dance in the afterlife

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Shane's brain a hurricane, it's a march,
Never let your dream die, thats the part
Stormrider man I snap 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,
Nonconformist performers that wont
And I either.
I can see the future Nostradamus,
A over troubled waters
wicked this way comes.
The scythe and the hour in a capsule of morphine
Drag chains around the grounds
Dressed in clothing
Pit and the pendulum, and the rainbow,
My lineage the arrow, my the crossbow

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