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Текст песни Swollen Members - Against All Odds (1997.2011)
Against all odds I worship galvanized gods
Satan sends serpents hatched from underworld pods
Disguised as associates but I can recognize frauds
Head nods prove approval, hesitant to applaud
I've been known to fall flat on my face covered in mud
As the sun turns to darkness, the moon turns to blood
Love turns to hate, revenge turns to guilt
I thrive on compliments as my confidence is built
Feel the need to abort as assassins extort
My mind frame contorts, try to hold down the fort
Fort Knox despise clocks, heart bleeds I plant seeds
Guaranteed my first son, a descendant of a legend
I'm edging towards falling of the face of this earth
Why? Chemical imbalance of anger implanted at birth
Hereditary faults, small man's complex assaults
And battery flattery feeds the flame catapult
The odds are against me (against all odds)
The odds are against me (against all odds)
The odds are against me (against all odds)
There's no chance for this kid (against all odds)
Cold blooded carnivore, crush skulls like rancor
Fangs tarnished red, northwest extraterrestrial
Endangered species stole the ram's head from Skeletor
Predator in a powerful assault stance
Emancipate from conformity, drink from the jugular
Emasculate brain cells, bong loads are regular
Equipped with a hatchet attachment, I slay
Break bones and snap necks like Chung Yu with a kumite
Full contact tracks crack and amplify cramps
Furious fists flown by the welterweight champ
Vampires and hellfire, fuck around and get burned
I'm a deputized regulator, court's adjourned
Surrealism laced with enthusiasm
My molecular structure separates your cytoplasm
Muscle spasms increase into uncontrollable knots
Bandits ambush as you ride my train of thought
Disciplined disciples, militant massacre
Molesting mediocracy, that's what we're down for
Brainstorm then transform into an abnormal downpour
Psychopathic cyclone, an F5 twister
Call me Mr. Heat Miser, not charged by energizer
Run by solar power, deviants I devour
The odds are against me (against all odds)
The odds are against me (against all odds)
Definitely against me (against all odds)
No fuckin' chance (against all odds)
Mad miraculous dominant potency
It's wonderful smashing impotent mutants
Shooting junk into your veins, painful poisonous venom
The devil's drug, body shrugs and laughs when I get in 'em
Special effects flashbacks are beneficial
Crystal meth, deep breath, it's artificial
Venting tension it releases, your species decreases
I lost my marbles, my brain's a puzzle with missing pieces
The light is flickering upstairs, die alone no one cares
A couple sandwiches short of a picnic
I'm just kickin' it, just kickin' it
Sickening kinetic chaotic feel the poetic
Mastermind blastin' by barbarians' barricades
Artillery ambush, awkward ammunition
Trembling trolls take the terrorist transition
As I'm holdin' golden fish
Wish they weren't surrounded by piranhas on a mission
Enter the vicious circle of mind-bending action
A magnificent tournament, passing obvious obstacles
That hang like ornaments
Brainwashing and reconstructing your thoughts like psychology
Articulate aggression, technical terminology
Suffer the consequences of excruciating pain
Absorbing ten thousand volts of madness to your brain
Combat the crusader annihilating violators
I'm strategic and dangerous, catapulting culprits
The odds are against me (against all odds)
The odds are against me (against all odds)
His chances are slim (against all odds)
The odds are against me (against all odds)