withering surface - black as i كلمات الأغنية

you are the salt
in sickness
i am the wound
in sickness and health

the music ceases
as your n-ble touch pleases
your predictable touch ceases
as the tirering music pleases

you are the water
in sickness
i am the flame
in sickness and health

maybe, i want to cherish
your sensual virginity

maybe, i want to cherish
your sensual inability

maybe, you ask why
why you are, black as i

and sorrow fills the moon
as i kiss her faithfully
and shadows fill the room
as the beast take shape to win

you’re black, you’re black
you’re black as i

when our thrills cease
i leave the world behind
a delightful feast i wish
oh, lord, you know i tried

like blood, a scent in the sun
so special, maybe the only one

and her flaming lips
swallow my endless mess
and her lovely heartless soul
i soon have torn – in two

“all black souls should look
for white elements in themselves”

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