Luyện nghe bài hát Black Magic

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

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

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

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

De humani corporis
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, from the hands of a replicant,
Run the blade futuristic cities of the sent
I'm home chrome and twisted metal,
Surrealist from the seamless vessel
The dark incantations and spell craft circles and stars
The same fury that hell
Feathers of an Osprey, leather 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 ancient
The of the hidden world sance and candlelight,
Connections to spirits that in the afterlife

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

Contortionists, of knives and fire-eaters,
Nonconformist performers wont change
And I either.
I can see the like Nostradamus,
A bridge troubled waters
wicked 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 lineage the arrow, my the crossbow

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