Black And White

Intro: Verse: Nothing makes my heart so wild as being In possession of a potent night, Racing down the stairs in a nude descension Shedding and discarding my hide But the bold strokes crack so quickly and it's Often that I wonder why Dripping at the slow motion rate of surrender Hanging to my bones as they dry How could I want something more than a new hell in which to fry When I see in only black and white Bridge: (x4) Verse: There?s a sinful sort of side of being so contained, A bit like being lost. Stumbling through the background like a small town loner quietly a whispering my thoughts into my cupped hands, folded and monk-like, at least thats what i've always said. How does writing letters from the lonely margins feel when there is no hair on my head? Is the solitude I seek a trap where i've been blindly led? Tell me, where then do I go instead? Solo: (x13) Verse: When atonement comes in distant waves I might wait until the next to break choking through forgiveness at a sun fly prompter staring through the back of my face. It's a vulgar, hidden part of being tethered to the world right now; spending all my dollars to remain a member, nothing in my eyes but a scowl. Do i bother to define myself beyond what they allow? Have I already forgotten how? Outro: (x3) Then hang on for a while, then end on E.