Testo Black Heart The Wounded
I feel standing, remarkable.
Blessed again, itâs to late.
A dark incision, Iâm flammable.
The darkest years,
Scattered dreams.
The night sheâs 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 whatâs 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