Dirty Black Hole (Album Version)

Creepind cross the canvass of color

Crawling in a cold delight

Bitter weet perversions

Paint their picture cross my precious sky

And its all I've been searching for

Wretched is the filth

That grinds the hole with its doubt

Embrace its heart

And tear it out

Reach into the fire

See if you can feel my soul

Burning with desire

To be free from this

Dirty black hole

Can you bring me liberation

Do you know the depth

Of my obscenities

Love is lost Love is cold

Love is sick Love is dead

When Love is in the shadows of

Insanity

And its all I've been searching for

Cursed are the

Bastard sons of stupidity

Grind that knife

And slash their life

Reach