The Black (live)

This place like hell where you belong

nation of leeches, kingdom made of thorns

civil war inside your head is starting

to breed and reform it's own identity

Here you have no name so death can't find you,

define you and hope to be resurrected

back to life is gone forever

And the black wearing out your soul

is the black haunting

you in echoes

The gaze like death what you

behold greyscale reflection, perfection so

cold flawless shell of man is starting to break and l

eave the inside for demons to take

Here you have no name so death can't find you,

define you and hope to be resurrected

back to life is gone forever

And the black wearing out your soul

is the black haunting

you in echoes