.I've been digging this grave, but now that it`s made
I see that black is one hell of a color>
Want to break out so I start to shout
But the mortician`s returned to his parlor>
Black hole
Wrapped in my shroud upstairs, the music`s so loud
That I can`t concentrate on my sorr.
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