The Sickness, the Taste

Black is the night, and bleak are the days,
You might not believe it, but I’ve seen them please
Days, weeks, months, to weakness you’re a slave

Can that be your sweetness but also decay
Can sugar make you weaker, weakness is okay
But what is the limit that you take
The lies, the luck, the sickness, the taste

Oh well I was there once,
I washed under and got trapped in
Living in a dream
Lies we shouldn’t have believed
Then songs that turn into dissidence
Why would we want our innocence, just kids
A little bit of hell, Oh

Then back to the night
The facts I’m a slave
Morning has broken and I’ve been awake
True start I was broken in the head

Blinding the light and black is the shame
Chequered is my history, even as the days gone
Deep is the valley or the scale
I lie, you hate, you believe it anyway

Black is the night, and bleak are the days
Blinding the light and black is the shame