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    "English Breakfast" Lyrics

    Swollen Members


    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?

    [Mad Child]

    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
    This song was submitted on March 14th, 2010 and last modified on November 24th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Peermusic Publishing.
    Written by Kiley James Hendriks, Shane Jason Bunting, Vadim Alexsandrovich Peare.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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