In your shadow, in your mystery
In your mood, in your desire
In your brutal fight, in your cursed night
The sealing ink, the blind spot
The unsuspected contender, the glamor of unknown
The lovely idiom, the classic style
The gothic fetish, the magic charm
The funeral color, the worn sign
The sneaking agent, the eating hole
When you close your eyes, when the lights fade out
When you paint to hide, when you deep inside
Can you escape from the color of black?
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