Letras:
Katatonia Black Session

fucking up old times it's a remembrance o this black session in my mind o the black I was too weak to fight once more I let go it is a black session

m fucking up old times it's a remembrance o this black session in my mind o the black I was too weak to fight once more I let go it is a black session

m fucking up old times it's a remembrance o this black session in my mind o the black I was too weak to fight once more I let go it is a black session

fucking up old times it's a remembrance o this black session in my mind o the black I was too weak to fight once more I let go it is a black session

: High white ways Shattered by rain Pale dead walls Nerves pushed in pain Red light faced Mirrors of the dead People in the archways Eyes full of lead

: To completely dissolve, What method is used I cannot sleep, My hands are bruised There's a hole in the wall, Torn up anew One dead eye, The colour

: She's got black hair And she has got a black dress She's pretending That her life is a mess But I cannot rest With so many worries I can't lie down

: O my your fever's high I lay my hands upon you O my haven't you heard The truth is untrue Now I'm breathing I could not breath until you did I'm one

: I've turned down all devotion I'm so far from being here Can't bring forth more power Than I have already done Tonight I'm trying And I see all dread