Paroles Funeral March de Swollen Members

Textes et Paroles de Funeral March

[Verse 1:]
Focus of an orchestra, dozen black roses Energy of rock group, symphony's explosive Half the appetite, that's the sacrifice That's the path of light, laugh to afterlife Earthly primitive disturbing images Center of attention, feel my inner-tension Conquest original, intent to purify spirit Regiment descend with a vengeance My brothers shed blood with me You hate on what I'd love to be It goes paralyzed force, I fly through my verse I fly high in a parallel universe Strange fascinations living in a world Where children are just spit on become greatness I'm antisocial, misplaced aggression I'm not your trophy, love breeds obsession

[Chorus:]
Yesterday does not exist Tomorrow is made Today is all there is

[Verse 2:]
Lust for advancement, personal development Mentally elevate psychedelic elements Isolated Mad Child talk torture Zolac to Zoltar, dirtbikes and go-karts Dark town iron-jawed angel Danger's no foreigner, I enjoy strangers Aqua, blue, turquoise-ingrained scenery Fascinated landscape, my mind's machinery

[Verse 3:]
The danger's imminent, the razor blades are intricately Placed inside our mouths, we spit them out at the belligerent A blessed array, decrepit decayed, in every display, be selective of the records you play In the black marble banquet hall back when I can't recall Show down house of blue leaves, blood and snowfall We're indestructible impossible odds Competition stops breathing? I'm a possible cause

[Chorus]

[Verse 4:]
The illusion is lifted, the mist of this life with shifted dimensions for the demented souls Who hold pistols in suspense of the last days suspended animation of the free will revealed as a test but not yet Not until the last footsteps leave the green grass After the coffin is tossed in a soft pit of six feet of spirit form You watch it feeling awful and nauseous The angel of death just stomped you as you crossed through the universal sauce Your agnostic belief cost you your afterlife Punishment of the grave as you approached by two blue-eyed angels No halos and dark faces expressionless Three questions, no less than this No guessing, only a rebel of God wanted the session in which case he will see his place in hellfire

[Chorus]

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