Swollen Members - English Breakfast lyrics
[Swollen Members - English Breakfast lyrics]
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?
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 assault
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 fucked up in this bitch
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
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?
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 assault
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 fucked up in this bitch
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