Power so, you get you what you really want
Not so, you can get into my tempered face
Go, what you owe, pay your soul,go and win this race
Know, what you see, not what you be, shovel in the face
(chorus)
My eyes wont open again
I've dropped too far
My eyes wont open again
Power Soul, who let you have it anyway
Black hole, it could pull you out on any day
Hole, in your soul, set the head, then you start to breathe
Coal, what you know, reap what you sowe, then you start to bleed
Interlude:
Pitch Black.....
Pitch Black.....
Pitch Black.....
~PITCH BLACK~
By: JC Sullivan