| Song | Black Magic |
| Artist | Swollen Members |
| Album | Greatest Hits (Ten Years of Turmoil) |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Self Abuse | |
| Help Produce | |
| Black Magic | |
| Deeply Depressed | |
| Im The Best | |
| Thats Tragic | |
| You dont really wanna get me all fired up... | |
| Madchild:It goes: | |
| Red Bull and vodka | |
| Im a psycho like chopper | |
| Glorify the gangster whether handcuffed or locked up | |
| Drink Pepsi- | |
| Cola same friends still rolling | |
| Still Swollen, only difference is the heat that | |
| Im holding | |
| You dont 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 | |
| Madchild's starting an army who wanna join it | |
| Warriors raise your fists if you enjoying it | |
| Soldiers of fortune, chainsaw massacre | |
| Brain react fast when a maniacs after you | |
| Guilt stirs in the silence of my room, | |
| Cant hold back with god, still sin follows through | |
| Black jack, fire arms, foreign cars, trying hard, | |
| Forest fires, horrified, war cries, iron bars | |
| Chorus:Black | |
| Magic, spit life with every breath, | |
| Not likely to forget, its like we never left | |
| Black Magic, the worlds screaming for change | |
| Whos feeling this pain, are we dreaming in vain | |
| Black Magic, are we dreaming in vain | |
| Black Magic, you feeling the same pain | |
| Cant fear what we dont understand | |
| Gone back down beneath, heads high, upperhand | |
| BlACK MAGI | |
| CPrevail:The dark arts, incantations and spell craft, | |
| Circles and stars the same fury that hell hath.. | |
| De humani corporis fabrica | |
| The structure of the human body, welcome to | |
| GattacaTwin girls in the hallway, elevators of blood, | |
| Spin words like spider's silk burn when the fires 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 spell craft circles and stars | |
| The same fury that hell hath | |
| Feathers of an | |
| Osprey, leather glove of the falconeer, | |
| Treasure chests of gold, tales told then you all come near | |
| Photons and gammas, rays and beams | |
| Sailed with | |
| Jason and the | |
| Argonauts in ancient leagues | |
| The lords of the hidden world séance and candlelight, | |
| Connections to spirits that dance in the afterlife(Chorus) | |
| Madchild:Shane's brain a hurricane, it's a death march, | |
| Never let your dream die, thats the best part | |
| Stormrider man | |
| I snap like a pit | |
| Axe murderer, get hacked up to bits | |
| Muscle car, hardbar, | |
| Heineken, pornstars, tourbus, | |
| Truck stop, iron horse, motor cross | |
| Mad paints a poetic self portrait, | |
| Warlock that rocks still locked in fortress | |
| Prevail:Contortionists, swallowers of knives and fire-eaters, | |
| Nonconformist performers that wont change | |
| And I wont either. | |
| I can see the future like | |
| Nostradamus, | |
| A bridge over troubled waters | |
| Something wicked this way comes. | |
| The scythe and the hour glass 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(Chorus) |
| Self Abuse | |
| Help Produce | |
| Black Magic | |
| Deeply Depressed | |
| Im The Best | |
| Thats Tragic | |
| You dont really wanna get me all fired up... | |
| Madchild: It goes: | |
| Red Bull and vodka | |
| Im a psycho like chopper | |
| Glorify the gangster whether handcuffed or locked up | |
| Drink Pepsi | |
| Cola same friends still rolling | |
| Still Swollen, only difference is the heat that | |
| Im holding | |
| You dont 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 | |
| Madchild' s starting an army who wanna join it | |
| Warriors raise your fists if you enjoying it | |
| Soldiers of fortune, chainsaw massacre | |
| Brain react fast when a maniacs after you | |
| Guilt stirs in the silence of my room, | |
| Cant hold back with god, still sin follows through | |
| Black jack, fire arms, foreign cars, trying hard, | |
| Forest fires, horrified, war cries, iron bars | |
| Chorus: Black | |
| Magic, spit life with every breath, | |
| Not likely to forget, its like we never left | |
| Black Magic, the worlds screaming for change | |
| Whos feeling this pain, are we dreaming in vain | |
| Black Magic, are we dreaming in vain | |
| Black Magic, you feeling the same pain | |
| Cant fear what we dont understand | |
| Gone back down beneath, heads high, upperhand | |
| BlACK MAGI | |
| CPrevail: The dark arts, incantations and spell craft, | |
| Circles and stars the same fury that hell hath.. | |
| De humani corporis fabrica | |
| The structure of the human body, welcome to | |
| GattacaTwin girls in the hallway, elevators of blood, | |
| Spin words like spider' s silk burn when the fires 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 spell craft circles and stars | |
| The same fury that hell hath | |
| Feathers of an | |
| Osprey, leather glove of the falconeer, | |
| Treasure chests of gold, tales told then you all come near | |
| Photons and gammas, rays and beams | |
| Sailed with | |
| Jason and the | |
| Argonauts in ancient leagues | |
| The lords of the hidden world s ance and candlelight, | |
| Connections to spirits that dance in the afterlife Chorus | |
| Madchild: Shane' s brain a hurricane, it' s a death march, | |
| Never let your dream die, thats the best part | |
| Stormrider man | |
| I snap like a pit | |
| Axe murderer, get hacked up to bits | |
| Muscle car, hardbar, | |
| Heineken, pornstars, tourbus, | |
| Truck stop, iron horse, motor cross | |
| Mad paints a poetic self portrait, | |
| Warlock that rocks still locked in fortress | |
| Prevail: Contortionists, swallowers of knives and fireeaters, | |
| Nonconformist performers that wont change | |
| And I wont either. | |
| I can see the future like | |
| Nostradamus, | |
| A bridge over troubled waters | |
| Something wicked this way comes. | |
| The scythe and the hour glass 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 Chorus |
| Self Abuse | |
| Help Produce | |
| Black Magic | |
| Deeply Depressed | |
| Im The Best | |
| Thats Tragic | |
| You dont really wanna get me all fired up... | |
| Madchild: It goes: | |
| Red Bull and vodka | |
| Im a psycho like chopper | |
| Glorify the gangster whether handcuffed or locked up | |
| Drink Pepsi | |
| Cola same friends still rolling | |
| Still Swollen, only difference is the heat that | |
| Im holding | |
| You dont 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 | |
| Madchild' s starting an army who wanna join it | |
| Warriors raise your fists if you enjoying it | |
| Soldiers of fortune, chainsaw massacre | |
| Brain react fast when a maniacs after you | |
| Guilt stirs in the silence of my room, | |
| Cant hold back with god, still sin follows through | |
| Black jack, fire arms, foreign cars, trying hard, | |
| Forest fires, horrified, war cries, iron bars | |
| Chorus: Black | |
| Magic, spit life with every breath, | |
| Not likely to forget, its like we never left | |
| Black Magic, the worlds screaming for change | |
| Whos feeling this pain, are we dreaming in vain | |
| Black Magic, are we dreaming in vain | |
| Black Magic, you feeling the same pain | |
| Cant fear what we dont understand | |
| Gone back down beneath, heads high, upperhand | |
| BlACK MAGI | |
| CPrevail: The dark arts, incantations and spell craft, | |
| Circles and stars the same fury that hell hath.. | |
| De humani corporis fabrica | |
| The structure of the human body, welcome to | |
| GattacaTwin girls in the hallway, elevators of blood, | |
| Spin words like spider' s silk burn when the fires 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 spell craft circles and stars | |
| The same fury that hell hath | |
| Feathers of an | |
| Osprey, leather glove of the falconeer, | |
| Treasure chests of gold, tales told then you all come near | |
| Photons and gammas, rays and beams | |
| Sailed with | |
| Jason and the | |
| Argonauts in ancient leagues | |
| The lords of the hidden world s ance and candlelight, | |
| Connections to spirits that dance in the afterlife Chorus | |
| Madchild: Shane' s brain a hurricane, it' s a death march, | |
| Never let your dream die, thats the best part | |
| Stormrider man | |
| I snap like a pit | |
| Axe murderer, get hacked up to bits | |
| Muscle car, hardbar, | |
| Heineken, pornstars, tourbus, | |
| Truck stop, iron horse, motor cross | |
| Mad paints a poetic self portrait, | |
| Warlock that rocks still locked in fortress | |
| Prevail: Contortionists, swallowers of knives and fireeaters, | |
| Nonconformist performers that wont change | |
| And I wont either. | |
| I can see the future like | |
| Nostradamus, | |
| A bridge over troubled waters | |
| Something wicked this way comes. | |
| The scythe and the hour glass 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 Chorus |