Letras:
Black Box

and sad eyes passing in windows flimsy and my seat rocking from legs not quite matching Got passport, credit cards, a plane that I'm catching Black

God only knows, a blood-rose grown... These are the true Demon-Flowers! These are the true Demon-Flowers! Stand back everyone! Blood-black everyone! Who'll build a box for Black

Misty morning, clouds in the sky Without warning, a wizard walks by Casting his shadow, weaving his spell Funny clothes, tinkling bell Never talking

Slung from the hoary heavens With disbelief suspended On a shining pendulum of faith Hanging half awake and dreaming Of burning cities gleaming

ll clean the stain i've bled Our worlds collide in new beginnings It's an emergency permission to bail out So when the heart crash lands, What memories will survive? I thank my black box

Everybody's looking at me Feeling paranoid inside When I step outside I'll feel free Think I'll find a place to hide Tell me people, am I going insane

your games with me Evil woman, don't you play your games with me Wickedness lies in your moisten lips Your body moves just like the crack of a whip Blackness

Tortured and twisted He walks the street alone People avoid him They know the street's his home Cold blade of silver His eyes they burn so wild Mean

Junior's eyes, looked up to the skies in tears He prayed that his maker The giver and taker would hear Junior sighed, as his hands reached out to the