Testo Black Mass

It takes too long
Staining through these floors
It's unbearable
Seeking underneath
It's not the sound
We're trying to ignore
A void in time
That never can replace (Never, never, never)
Imprisoning olde house burn
Black Mass upon painted boards
Accepted

Face to floor
We're serving deep what's Olde
For what it's worth
According to what is saved
Lips like sands
Though bitter I fall upon
Like flies
On dry open eyes

Explicit pages turn Black Mass upon painted boards
Accepted

Face to floor
We're serving deep what's Olde
For what it's worth
According to what is saved
Lips like sands
Though bitter I fall upon
Like flies
On dry open eyes

Majestic wings unfurl
Black Mass upon painted boards
Accepted (Accepted, accepted)