歌词
(Black dogs)
(Black dooms)
(A lastingness)
(A permanence)
(Black dogs)
(Black dooms)
(A lastingness)
(I wish us nothing less)
Black dogs and black dooms
Are all so very alike
They only have a taste
For the darkest of blood
But what sickens me most
Are all you bags of bones
On the road to ruin
With your token allegorical knives in hand
I'm growing restless for life
But you keep preaching the end of it
You take slow burns for rope burn
Looking for a neck
So why don't you keep
Your faces pressed firmly west
And see me stand red-drawn
Against your miserable black
Fuck your hopelessness