Monument by Wounded

Black Heart

by Wounded· from Monument

I feel standing, remarkable. Blessed again, it�s to late. A dark incision, I�m flammable. The darkest years, Scattered dreams. The night she�s calling. Freezing. The thing we started will get us back. Watch the moon falling. It will draw me a name. A face of black hate. Black star, let them bleed. Shivering flames. Black heart, sacred fiction. Shrivelling my flames with rain. To see the point and look what�s falling. Stumbling expecting, I look strange. Remedy, luxury, tragedy, Made me free. I seek your eyes, to excuse you in dreams to come. Fail to me, and become undone