[Prevail]
My main vantage point is I use live ammunition
I've survived the restrictions that make my mic flow such addiction
Friction leads to fire, crews could get burned
How much ink I just injected is none of your concern
Unless your on terms of understanding with the meager
Eager to be mute so you can inherit the heater
I can tell you're not graced in the study of conflict
The grace for words of doom to pick my verse to be convict
I've seen other schools of thought teach a class
I stand the grounds in colours of glass and Sunday Mass
So I ask who plays the lead role of darkness in my cast?
[Mad Child]
Taste my torture, sweet words of the warlock
A filthy minded mongrel, make sure the door's locked
I adore addiction, blood shed and depression
Flesh and skin cover my skull, shine with aggression
Emerald eyes and golden strains
A painful voice, pale skin and acid rain showers
Powerful stream of tears to trickle
I walk softly with a hammer and a sickle
A sick individual, high voltage a**ault
it with the battering ram, throwing heat with the catapult
Now add a jolt of electricity, extreme wattage
A psycho in the forest with an axe that ransacks your cottage
It's all f***** up in this b****
The weird and the wonderful, the circus tent's been pitched
Now wake up in the night in a cold sweat and scream
Swollen Members, English Breakfast with Vadim
My main vantage point is I use live ammunition
I've survived the restrictions that make my mic flow such addiction
Friction leads to fire, crews could get burned
How much ink I just injected is none of your concern
Unless your on terms of understanding with the meager
Eager to be mute so you can inherit the heater
I can tell you're not graced in the study of conflict
The grace for words of doom to pick my verse to be convict
I've seen other schools of thought teach a class
I stand the grounds in colours of glass and Sunday Mass
So I ask who plays the lead role of darkness in my cast?
[Mad Child]
Taste my torture, sweet words of the warlock
A filthy minded mongrel, make sure the door's locked
I adore addiction, blood shed and depression
Flesh and skin cover my skull, shine with aggression
Emerald eyes and golden strains
A painful voice, pale skin and acid rain showers
Powerful stream of tears to trickle
I walk softly with a hammer and a sickle
A sick individual, high voltage a**ault
it with the battering ram, throwing heat with the catapult
Now add a jolt of electricity, extreme wattage
A psycho in the forest with an axe that ransacks your cottage
It's all f***** up in this b****
The weird and the wonderful, the circus tent's been pitched
Now wake up in the night in a cold sweat and scream
Swollen Members, English Breakfast with Vadim