Testo Black Hole

Wakefull of dark
Noiseless and calm
The demon grows on
And covers each laugh
My heartbeat turns to pain
Breathing to strain

Dirty rain is dripping down my face And I know
That darkness in my soul
And I fall, and I'm sick
Life is a bitch!

You come to me
Into my soul
And I get lost in a hole
You come to me in the same old rut

In the sly
Yearning paints
Another picture of life in my mind
Than his words
Sow doubts and signify 'You could fall'
Too much to bear
I can't stand
Once again

The dark's increasing, I'm blind
I can barely keep me afloat
Forcing myself to carry on

The calm's increasing to a kind
Of an imminent storm
Waiting to discharge
Good sense is on the wane