Black hole
Ignace
Black hole, black hole
no one�s gonna love me now
Death row, death row
no one�s gonna get me out.
I turn around, I realize
nobody�s behind me
and when I turn forward again
everybody�s disappeared.
Death-roll, death-roll
no one wants to get me off
Black love, black love
no one sees me falling down.
I see your figure from afar
I mend my pace to catch up
but you keep walking away
oh, you�d ignore me anyway.
Head-cold, head-cold
the only one that hasn�t left me now
Death-blow, come for me
no one would care anyhow.
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