Withering Surface - Black As I Lyrics

You Are The SALT

In SICKNESS

I Am The WOUND

In SICKNESS And HEALTH



The Music Ceases

As Your NOBLE Touch Pleases

Your PREDICTABLE Touch Ceases

As The Tirering Music Pleases



You Are The WATER

In SICKNESS

I Am The FLAME

In SICKNESS And Health



Maybe, I Want To Cherish

Your Sensual VIRGINITY



Maybe, I Want To Cherish

Your Sensual INABILITY



Maybe, You Ask Why

Why You Are, BLACK AS I



And Sorrow Fills The Moon

As I KISS HER Faithfully

And Shadows Fill The Room

As The BEAST Take Shape To Win



You're Black, You're Black

You're BLACK AS I



When Our THRILLS Cease

I Leave The World Behind

A DELIGHTFUL Feast I Wish

Oh, Lord, You Know I Tried



Like Blood, A SCENT In The Sun

So Special, Maybe THE ONLY ONE



And HER Flaming LIPS

Swallow My Endless Mess

And HER Lovely HEARTLESS Soul

I Soon Have Torn - IN TWO



"All black souls should look

for white elements in themselves"