Top Songs By Swollen Members
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Swollen Members
Performer
Madchild
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Robin Hooper
Songwriter
Shane Bunting
Songwriter
Kiley Hendriks
Songwriter
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
You don't really wanna get me all fired up
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 holdin'
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 enjoyin' it
Soldiers of fortune, chainsaw massacre
Brain react fast when a maniac's after ya
Guilt stirs in the silence of my room
Can't hold back with God, still sin follows through
Black jack, firearms, foreign cars, tryin' hard
Forest fires, horrified, war cries, iron bars
Black magic, spit life with every breath
Not likely to forget, it's like we never left
Black magic, the worlds screamin' for change
Who's feelin' this pain, are we dreamin' in vain?
Black magic, are we dreaming in vain?
Black magic, you feelin' the same pain?
Can't fear what we don't understand
Gone back down beneath, heads high, upper hand
Black magic
(M-M-Magic, m-m-magic)
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 fire's 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, seance and candlelight
Connections to spirits that dance in the afterlife
Black magic, spit life with every breath
Not likely to forget, it's like we never left
Black magic, the world's screamin' for change
Who's feelin' this pain, are we dreamin' in vain?
Black magic, are we dreaming in vain?
Black magic, you feelin' the same pain?
Can't fear what we don't understand
Gone back down beneath, heads high, upper hand
Black magic
Shane's brain a hurricane, it's a death march
Never let your dream die, that's the best part
Stormrider, man, I snap like a pit
Axe murderer, get hacked up to bits
Muscle car, hardbar, Heineken, pornstars, tour bus
Truck stop, iron horse, motocross
Mad paints a poetic self-portrait
Warlock that rocks still locked in fortress
Contortionists, swallowers of knives and fire-eaters
Non-conformist 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 glass 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
Black magic, spit life with every breath
Not likely to forget, it's like we never left
Black magic, the worlds screamin' for change
Who's feelin' this pain, are we dreamin' in vain?
Black magic, are we dreamin' in vain?
Black magic, you feelin' the same pain?
Can't fear what we don't understand
Gone back down beneath, heads high, upper hand
Black magic
Magic
Magic (Hey)
(Hey)
Written by: Kiley Hendriks, Robin Hooper, Shane Bunting, Swollen Members