Black Magic

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 rollin'
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 startin' an army, who wanna join it?
Warriors, raise your fists if you enjoyin' it
Soldiers of fortune, chainsaw massacre
Brain react fast when the maniac's after ya
Guilt stirs in the silence of my room
Can't hold back with God, still sin follows through
Blackjack, firearms, foreign cars, tryin' hard
Poor as far as 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 world's 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, head's hot, upper hand
Black magic

The dark arts, incantations and spellcraft
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 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 spellcraft
Circles and stars, the same fury that Hell hath
Feathers of an osprey, leather glove of the falconer
Treasure chest of gold, tales told then you all come near
Photons and gammas, rays and beams
Sail 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

Shame, brain of hurricane, it's a death march
Never let your dream die, that's the best part
Storm rider, man, I snap like a pit
Axe murderer, get hacked up to bits
Muscle car, hard bar, Heineken, porn stars
Tour bus, truck stop, iron horse, motorcross
Mad paints a poetic self portrait
Warlock that rocks still lock the 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 hourglass 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