Black Art

Too sad, too dark, now I have nothing to say
So I fuck, wich what,cdoescnot care 'bout
In my minda ther´s only my cleverness, my old sense
Drain out; don´t hear, to find the pleasure
Sure I want you. Teach me a black art
Soul white, black art. Bring together the parts
Diluted I, head ache. Wake up the lifeless
Don´t hear the rushed voice. Take out the pleasure
Dope me, drug me. Crawl to the madness
Hell wished, bruised keys. The black art of drugself