Letras:
Wounded The Black Heart

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

ya Check it! Boom [Verse 1 - Jr. Gong] You Nah Mean Mi dip out a whole fourteen Nah Mean And reload man extra magazine Nah Mean A wounded them housing

why I keep pressure on 'em like a open wound, This God given, he keep givin' me better music, So every time you hear me, my songs present improvement,

sigh A dark misery So I die Oh! My love I am dreaming, darkness around I am sailing in the ship's wound Angels screaming In the mist out at sea (Silent, blackness

wind - snow One thousand years are wasted Another thousand come This planet's heart is broken And it breathed on tarred lungs Villages and cities - random Black

the whole world, Heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazin', Heard ten thousand whisperin' and nobody listenin', I heard one person starve, I heard many people laughin', Heard

And I cry and no one can hear Inhale The blinded eyes can that see The chaos Bring the pitiful to me Even though I'm wide-awake, I will & blackest

d like to rip your still beating heart from its blackened cavity. I hope her mournful tears singe your gaping flesh wound and your black heart will be

is ringed with countless foes Some of them may be deaf and dumb No man, no woman knows The hour that sorrow will come In the dark I hear the night birds