译文: 受伤. 黑心.
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
strobe lights are dancing, we've taken all the chances She question what we are, and I'll drink to the answer Cause my heart is out of service, my eyes turn black
what it feel like. Short days, long nights, By the phone, no call. Need a clear mind cause I been blind, got me goin' down that road. Heart made of stone, Far away from home, Black
the air is much too quiet Hear my heartbeat The storms that rages from within Three times thunder, blood runs cold Got this wound on my soul Down on
Ohh, they call me cowboy, I'm the singer in black So throw a finger in the air and let me see where you're at Say hey hey, let me hear where your at
haters can't ignore me Feeling like a legend, anyone that came before me Drug dealer, posing all this mother fuckin' jewelry Came from the crack house, back room, black
and tell me, please what I want to hear It's water for lips sand dry It soothes the wounds and melts the black side of heart light air for your empty
the paramedics to pick it up This ain't a cartoon, I bring light to the darkroom And spark boom, step in my path, I leave a heart wound We pullin out
youth I am the first not the last Condemned by a single kiss Betrayed eternally I'll rip inside your soul Contaminating the world Defying God and Son Black heart
and then collide And they twist like sheets Till you fall asleep And they finally unwind It's a black balloon It's a dream you'll soon deny I hear
lights are dancin', we've taken all the chances She questioned what we are and I'll drink to the answer 'Cause my heart is out of service, my eyes turn black
of black music With a subliminal ball of tricks But those can kiss ass and swallow dicks I'm low down and I'm shiftee And if you hear a man that sounds
dick bigger than Mark Wahlberg Comin' through the airport, sluggish, walkin' on crutches Hit a fuckin' [incomprehensible] luggage It's like a dream, I can't snap out, I black
I say next should I talk about some cars Or the next chapter of my life and show you all my scars Or my bullet wounds, and my stab wounds I can't show
inside what we really feel Yet those things when brought to view Seem to bother but a few No if we don't come for real Our wounds won't heal Black silhouettes
top of ya ribs Red stuff come out his ribs like a Hollywood script Bitch-niggaz on the floor screamin for mommy and shit Cardiologists hook up the heart
