Текст песни Heart - Swollen Members
Slightly
schizophrenic
borderline
psychotic
Sensational
recreational
narcotics
I
thought
I
lost
it
but
I
found
it
Temptation
marches
along
till
I′m
surrounded
Inspired
by
fire
the
sensual
illusion
Caught
between
the
crossfire
anger
and
confusion
Howl
at
the
moon
black
blanket
that's
starlit
Im
rarely
romantic
plowing
through
tramps
and
harlots
madchild
prevails
tails
of
the
unwanted
Not
to
be
taken
for
granted
My
past
has
come
back
and
haunted
for
real
I′ve
all
ready
danced
with
death.
a
dozen
black
roses
I
pose
with
babies
breath
Be
afraid
a
place
where
magic
is
made
I'll
rain
on
your
parade
with
silver
razor
blades
I'm
creepin
over
the
fence
crawlin
through
your
back
yard
My
mind
states
intense
Savage
penetration
on
the
rocks
with
a
twist
Now
scream
and
shake
your
fists
Cause
dreams
are
made
of
this
(Thirdrail
Vic)
For
real
the
opposite
transmit
telepathic
Roamin′
the
flats
with
automatics
and
back
packs
Doin′
jacks
for
Big
Macs,
accumulatin'
stacks
to
make
G′s
Nigga
please,
you
artificial
(Saafir)
You
dropped
somethin',
it′s
your
heart
An'
it′s
still
pumpin',
pumpin'
you
from
this
existence
It
seems
to
be
absolutely
mandatory,
cuz
you
be
manipulatin′
skin
But
no
way,
because
you
fake
I
can
trace
out
your
image
Even
though
you
don′t
cast
one,
I
smell
a
rat,
I'm
smellin′
that
Stay
back
at
least
150
inches
You
brew
tea?
an
I
know
you
know
I
can
sense
it
With
the
nostrils
innocently
mixed
with
6 hostile
stenches
Henceforth
the
elbow
swings
dinging,
we
bring
whip
to
bleed
scalps
Swingin'
sleep
out
your
mouth
How
long
you
been
hibernatin′?
Too
long!
You're
abiding
and
aiding
a
felon,
to
switch
your
melon
Droppin′
grammar
like
a
judges
hammer
I
feel
you
mark,
feel
me
feel
your
chart
You
gotta
be
real
an
you
gotta
to
have
heart
You
gotta
to
be
real
an
you
gots
to
have
heart
(Prevail)
Stir
the
blur,
nuts
and
bolts
whirl
Stored
in
electric
ports,
4 strong
boxes
of
10
floors
Shift
the
weight
towards
the
door,
in
hopes
of
escape
When
hands
on
cord,
the
blazing
roof
Prev
creates
Sound
break,
concord,
eye
of
the
condor
Hand
skills
of
a
saboteur,
your
in
for
A
war
that
pours
coarse
of
molten
into
cords
Strung
by
the
young
ones,
put
me
on
tour
No
folk
lore
horsemen
for
poison,
pour
in
skin
pores
(Big
Nous)
Soft
rhymers,
metamorphize
their
cartoon
characters
Grafted
from
Africa,
in
this
game
you
got
no
stature
Not
even
a
factor
in
this
Whole
shit
makes
me
yawn
Snatch
your
heart
out
your
chest
like
a
'96
ghetto
spawn
Antonym
of
urban,
too
feminine
for
this
cut-throat
mentality
Have?
thoughts
in
my
area,
you
get
snatched
out
your
Suburban
Fallacy
with
no
antidote,
in
this?
your
age
get
broke
Runnin'
from
gun
smoke,
ballin′
never
rumin′
Silver
spoons
crumbin'
from
flavour
Soon
there
will
be
no
overseer
to
save
ya
When
I
delve,
tell
your
podiatrist
it′s
a
size
12
National?
Soldiers,
leakin'
a
swine
A
snake
with
no
spine,
I′ll
see
you,
I
peeped
you
You'll
see
blue,
the
fake:
A
quick
death
is
your
fate
Now,
I
got
shit
to
do
1 Intro
2 Black Magic
3 Put Me On
4 Dynamite
5 Go To Sleep
6 Massacre
7 Dark Clouds
8 Too Hot
9 Heart
10 Prisoner of Doom
11 Weight (feat. Ghostface Killah & The Alchemist)
12 So Deadly (feat. Evidence)
13 Torture (feat. Casual & DJ Revolution)
14 Grind
15 Swamp Water
16 Blackout
17 Brothers
18 Press Forward
19 Sinister (feat. Jacken)
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