Luyện nghe bài hát Black Magic

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

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

Black Magic, life with every breath,
Not likely to forget, its we never left
Black Magic, the worlds for change
feeling this pain, are we dreaming in vain
Black Magic, are we dreaming in
Black Magic, you feeling the same
fear what we dont understand
Gone back beneath, heads high, upperhand
BlACK

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

De humani corporis
The of the human body, welcome to Gattaca
girls in the hallway, elevators of blood,
Spin words like spider's silk burn the fires built
Doves fly, from the hands of a replicant,
Run the blade futuristic cities of the sent
I'm home chrome and twisted metal,
Surrealist literature from the seamless
The dark arts incantations and spell craft circles and
The same that 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
with Jason and the Argonauts in ancient leagues
The lords of the hidden sance and candlelight,
Connections to that dance in the afterlife

(Chorus)

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 hacked up to
car, hardbar, Heineken, pornstars, tourbus,
Truck stop, iron horse, cross
Mad a poetic self portrait,
Warlock rocks still locked in fortress

Contortionists, swallowers of and fire-eaters,
Nonconformist performers that change
And I either.
I can see the future Nostradamus,
A bridge over troubled
Something wicked way comes.
The and the hour glass in a capsule of morphine
Drag chains around the castle
in darker clothing
Pit and the pendulum, and the rainbow,
My lineage the arrow, my the crossbow

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