Rob The Viking - Black Magic lyrics

Self Abuse, help produce Black Magic Deeply depressed, I'm the best that's tragic You don't really wanna get me all fired up... [Verse One] [Mad Child]: It goes: Red Bull and vodka I'm a psycho like Chopper Glorify the gangster whether handcuffed or locked up Drink Pepsi-Cola same friends still rolling Still Swollen, only difference is the heat that I'm holding You don't really wanna get me all fired up You'll be the one that ends up with his mouth wired shut High voltage cause power outages Set a bad example for the youth How 'bout it kids? Mad Child's starting an army who wanna join it? Warriors raise your fists if you enjoying it Soldiers of fortune, chainsaw ma**acre Brain react fast when a maniacs after you Guilt stirs in the silence of my room Can't hold back with God, still sin follows through Black jack, fire arms, foreign cars, trying hard Forest fires, horrified, war cries, iron bars [Hook]: Black Magic, spit life with every breath Not likely to forget, it's like we never left Black Magic, the worlds screaming for change Who's feeling this pain, are we dreaming in vain> Black Magic, are we dreaming in vain? Black Magic, you feeling the same pain? Can;t fear what we don;t understand Gone back down beneath, heads high, upper hand Black Magic [Verse Two] [Prevail]: The dark arts, incantations and spell craft Circles and stars the same fury that hell hath De humani corporis fabrica The structure of the human body, welcome to Gattaca Twin girls in the hallway, elevators of blood Spin words like spider's silk burn when the fires built Doves fly, straight from the hands of a Replicant Run the Blade futuristic cities of the heaven sent I'm home melted chrome and twisted metal Surrealist literature from the seamless vessel The dark arts incantations and spell craft circles and stars The same fury that hell hath Feathers of an Osprey, leather glove of the falconeer Treasure chests of gold, tales told then you all come near Photons and gammas, rays and beams Sailed with Jason and the Argonauts in ancient leagues The lords of the hidden world séance and candlelight Connections to spirits that dance in the afterlife [Hook] [Verse Three] [Mad Child]: Shane's brain a hurricane, it's a d**h march Never let your dream die, that;s the best part Storm rider man I snap like a pit Axe murderer, get hacked up to bits Muscle car, hard bar, Heineken, p**n stars, tour bus Truck stop, iron horse, motocross Mad paints a poetic self portrait Warlock that rocks still locked in fortress [Prevail]: Contortionists, swallowers of knives and fire-eaters Nonconformist performers that won't change And I won't either I can see the future like Nostradamus A bridge over troubled waters Something wicked this way comes The scythe and the hour gla** in a capsule of morphine Drag chains around the castle grounds Dressed in darker clothing Pit and the pendulum, serpent and the rainbow My lineage the arrow, my bloodline the crossbow [Hook]