Текст песни Swollen Members - Assault And Battery
Swollen Members - Assault And Battery слова песни
[Mad Child]Skulls are shattering this is Assault and BatterySkulls are shattering this is Assault and BatterySkulls are shattering this is Assault and BatterySkulls are shattering this is Assault and BatteryBlood rushing excitement, eternity of darknessTrust me, you don`t want to start this, I`m heartlessColder than this, this is some rip your face apart shitDepartment for the clinicly insane, my apartmentTransmit total derangement, an engaging engagementCrystal prism, abstract expressionismI`m back, from vision, empressionist on a missionBattling psychopaths, slightly sick and twistedSocial butterfly in a glove, double fistedSilver streak, mean rays of purple hazeWhite widow, the flames, ponder in his veinsNow, wandering in days, no signs of weaknessHow can you critique this, can`t even compete withThe ultra electric, startling when battlingSkulls are shattering this is Assault and BatterySkulls are shattering this is Assault and Battery[Prevail]Words are staggering, daggering like a tragedyWords are staggering, daggering like a tragedyWords are staggering, daggering like a tragedyWords are staggering, daggering like a tragedyYou can be all in my face without toxic foolYou can be all in my face, but I could lose my coolMy attempt to hold back could backfire on youMy new identity is an entity to the tone of twoMy totally true tongue ties titanium in twoTo the places that we roam, tombstones are overgrownProjects are overblown, reflections are never shownConnections are never cloned, sucessions are over the phoneLike my vocal catacomb, that knows to abandon homesSince those, from nine to five to collide with my formMy forum`s held Saturday, Sunday and MondayMaybe one day, you`ll learn how to do it the Prev One wayUntil then, I kill them until they get it straightWhen they move for the bigger fish, focused on the baitIn this audio bizarre, noone knows who you areNo descendents of Ham, no babies are taughtLeave the black in the cold and the cold in the barLike a shifted momentum, who would`ve thoughtAnyone could contend them, I`ll bend themAnd send them to the lions in the kingdom[Mad Child]Death by invitation, torturing teens in bondageApproaching a scene, mentally unharnessing carnageHell hath no fury, pathological liarTails, halos and horns, kings of sinful desireThe ultimate degenerate, iron chain lashingKnife weilding, eye gouging and scalpel flashingThe cult classic, with intense scenes of goreImploding my load as I melt into the floorA sexual awakaning, sadistic hypnotistPoisinous tantrest, switch to dominatrixDistorted form of forbid of flesh for sensationMind of a serial killer, locked concentrationSweet taste of bliss, in from the Holy GrailNow hold the hand of pleasure as we hitch hike to hell