Yaphet Kotto from Injureless: "Svart" by BALLERINA BLACK

Paralysis and leap of faith, no escape, from what's on your mind.
Hell is just another face, of restraint, that we all disguise.
Lost upon the wings, where the sun, never shines so bright.
But know one's ever gonna bleed, if you breath, or say goodbye.

Come black morning and warm me with your shade..
Run in place, when no one knows your name.
Come black morning, and warm me with your shade..
How perfectly, one and one make three.

Across the lake again, what's his name, where you've always been.
Esoteric sins, from the friends, that you thought were brides.
Sounds like it's raining,... push her in,.. burn the candlelight.

Come black morning and warm me with your shade..
Run in place, when no one knows your name.
Come black mourning, and warm me with your shade..
How perfectly, one and one make three.

Push her in, .. push her in, .. burn the candlelight....

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