Assault & Battery (Balance 1999)

Текст песни Swollen Members - Assault & Battery (Balance 1999)

Skulls are shattering, this is assault and battery
Skulls are shattering, this is assault and battery
Skulls are shattering, this is assault and battery
Skulls are shattering, this is assault and battery

Blood rushing excitement, eternity of darkness
Trust me, you don't want to start this, I'm heartless
Colder than history, this is some rip your face apart shit
Department for the clinically insane, my apartment
Transitory derangement and endangered engagement
Crystal prism abstract expressionism
I'm back from vision impressionist on a mission
Babbling psychopath, slightly sick and twisted
Social butterfly in a club, double-fisted
Silver streak, mean rays, and purple haze
White widow the blaze, pondering his phase now
Wandering a daze, no signs of weakness
How could you critique this? Can't even compete with
The ultra-electric, startling when battling
Skulls are shattering, this is assault and battery
Skulls are shattering, this is assault and battery

Words are staggering, daggering like a tragedy
Words are staggering, daggering like a tragedy
Words are staggering, daggering like a tragedy
Words are staggering, daggering like a tragedy
You could be all in my face but I'm toxic, fool
You could be all in my face but I could lose my cool
My attempt to hold back could backfire on you
My new identity's an entity to the tone or two
My totally tuned tongue tears titanium in two
To the places that we roam, tombstones are overgrown
Projects are overblown, reflections are never shown
Connections are never cloned, successions are overthrown
Like my folks in catacombs, I know no abandoned homes
Some stroll from half of five to collide with my form
My forum's held Saturday, Sunday, and Monday
Maybe one day you'll learn how to do it the Prev One way
Until then I kill them until they get it straight
When they move for the bigger fish, focus on the bait
In this audio bazaar no one knows who you are
No descendants of Ham and no babies at all
Keep the black in the code and the code in the bar
Like a shift in momentum, who would have thought
Anyone could contend them, I'll bend them
And send them to the lions in the kingdom

Death by invitation, torturing teens in bondage
Approaching the scene, mentally unharnessing carnage
Hell hath no fury, pathological liar
Tales, halos, and horns, kings of sinful desire
The ultimate degenerate, iron chain lashing
Knife-wielding, eye-gouging, and scalpel flashing
The cult classic with intense scenes of gore
Implode in my abode as I melt into the floor
A sexual awakening, sadistic hypnotist
Poisonous temptress switched to dominatrix
Distorted form of forbidden flesh for sensation
Mind of a serial killer, lock concentration
Sweet taste of bliss, sip from the holy grail
Now hold the hand of pleasure as we hitchhike to hell