Wounded
Wounded - Black Heart songtekst
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Black Heart I feel standing, remarkable. Blessed again, it's to late. A dark incision, I'm flammable. The darkest years, Scattered dreams. The night she's calling. Freezing. The thing we started will get us back. Watch the moon falling. It will draw me a name. A face of black hate. Black star, let them bleed. Shivering flames. Black heart, sacred fiction. Shrivelling my flames with rain. To see the point and look what's falling. Stumbling expecting, I look strange. Remedy, luxury, tragedy, Made me free. I seek your eyes, to excuse you in dreams to come. Fail to me, and become undone