Grateful In The Black Though I've worn dark clothes I have given in to your "scene" I was only administering Medicine man And toxin-free Hardly alive And ever-burned Yet never really burned at seventeen. Made a CD Control 'em .. Take it to the head -- An electric hit -- Two rings connect -- In a hemetite fix -- Amp up the high -- Glow the whole room -- And feel the magic spell -- Of my connected rings. The sting goes away, From what pain has been caused, When the effect is reversed, To only feel goodness. Writhe In the high You feel amplified Though they are a memory The cards will never change I remember Wanting to cry When the third event Ended with a three I felt God And had to leave. I don't trust my adservicer, I don't mind the rust, but God .. God, you have already done enough. Let me have my own turn To rule this hell In my own code And lost qabala spell Ever and in the wading style And stepping on the tack Forceful blood from the puncture wound Ever In love And ever in love with the black.