eiter one we choose (Chorus) There?s a pitch black cloud hanging over our heads as we ride into The Double Sunset And there?s a pitch black cloud It?
clappin' clips Have to black-on-black some shit, attractive accentes Life luxury [unverified] crackin' it Runnin' with drugs and dealers Thugs and killers, slugs in villas Black
Electricity, perfectivity Audio and visually, physically and mentally I got a smile that'll make the mirror crack And I seem to stay under clouds that's pitch black
a hole, I'm down in a hole Down in a deep, dark hole When you search the rain for the silver cloud And you wait on days of gold When you pitch to the
be no rising of the dead No apocalypse of zombies and no cracking open heads With no eating of the brains because I couldn't stand the pain Pitch black
' A little plastic skull And on the arm a blue tattoo that read "I'm a son of a bitch" A map open on the front seat Leather black as pitch One foot slammed
the cold dark night We're closing in our enemies With rage in our hearts burning bright The clouds scatter in the northern wind A full moon rides the pitch black
they come back High pitched shrieks, my body lie dead in the streets Yeahhh, my body lie dead in the streets (repeat 4x) The darkened clouds reflect
the dark's standing deep in fern white robe's waving in fog like her pitch-dark hair your past was grey, your future is black tears of extinct days stream
I don't have to warn ya Black clouds are coming Go out, get a hand gun Walk the streets of Houston Headlines to the west Skylines falling down I walked
these clouds way too many times Still my eyes are dry The transfer is complete On to another place, another time Your beautiful world is dead Pitch black
when the wine's drunk and the wild cabaret has sung it's last voice, and you're sitting all alone in the 4am darkness of a pitch-black theater, he explodes
sirens swimming in pitch When the sweet arcades of these desperate our owns Trickle down upon yhe misery of this dead everyday life Like pitch on
you out You're like a circle, there is no start and no end Close your eyes, you might see something beautiful 'Cause it's not all pitch black in the
Masked souls and blackest minds, mandrakes of the dark Pitch and poison in their veins, they wear the evils mark Corruption, hate and deepest scorn they
Of a boy for this one girl He can be the colors of a paintbox set In a black and white world He'll be a bit of everything Be the silver in the clouds
cold dark night We're closing in our enemies We rage in our hearts burning bright The clouds scatter in the northern wind A full moon rides the pitch black
the golden ground?" And there is something 'bout the quiet surprise in darkness You just sing about your own death in your closet You stumble out into the pitch-black
