English Breakfast - DJ Vadim, 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?

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