[Prevail]
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? 
[Mad Child] 
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 f*cked 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