black angels, the
18 years
she's got control of you and you love it controlling the pain of you with the palm of her hand yeah she's got control of you and you need it she comes in red with a linen dress who knew the door opens up and lets some light in someone calls and takes the blindfold off you are home to see a woman standing someone holds to knock you out who knew a heavy beating the pounding of your heart you start to sweat and you scream out something black answers back from the dungeon and you smile the curtain surrounds you you begin to forget the hammer cracks the iron core of your mind