Black black, the blackest black. I am the blackest of the black of time. Don't talk, you know who I am. And you know just where I stand. . Now I can't look baby into your face.
Death-type dreaming hoping not fade away. And I'm sinking ever deeper. In the gleaming. And I'm weaving down through alleys of bone. Dermal dripping. Trees of people still it lingers.
Pull another face. Rip another hide. Steal the waning moon. From a dying bride. All the world must die. All the world must die. Ripped and skinned alive.