18 Years

18 Years - The Black Angels

She's got control of you

And you love it

Controlling the pain of you

With the palm of her hand

Yeah she's got control of you

And you need it

She comes in red with a Lenin dress

Who knew

The door opens up

And lets some light in

Someone calls and takes the blindfold off

You are home

To see a woman standing

Someone holds to knock you out

Who knew

A heavy beating

The pounding of your heart

You start to sweat

And you scream out

Something black answers back

From the dungeon

And you smile

The curtain surrounds you

You begin to forget

The hammer cracks

The iron core of your mind