Testi:
Paint It Black Bliss

and pain it's so wack you should take a tip from the one Frank Black play some pachinko play some Parcheesi cause all the angst s--- is just cheesy It's a 311 bliss

Broken hearts, broken doors. Dying on a hotel floor. Because of a small black box you couldn't receive. I'll drive you home tomorrow in silence. My sister will return it

Your fake accent is fading, dude, tighten it How the niggas claim Jamaican and African? It seems to me they hate being a Black man The Black man originated

letter You could hear it from the ground or when the sky thunders Made you wonder 'bout early Sunday morning Relatives dressed in black and they all mourning Flows be bangin in the paint

to the stars Thrust me through to paradise Endorphins breaking fast Creature from the black abyss Teacher. sadomasochist Your tortured soul has led me To this altered state of bliss

[Music & Lyrics: M. Olsfelt] Thrown yourself agains it all in total self-destruction You look so weak against his might - So small in the light But

I were a painter" Picasso said "I'd paint this girl from toe to head" Yvette in English saying "Please have this Little bit of instant bliss" Burgundy

ve viewed how it affected John He's an erected brother, choose to burst loose from the black panther Cannonballing from mattresses into puny little fragments Gleaming white under the black

because your lack of purpose Check it, thought about it, much much later Should've kept it real would've been much greater But, you got in it like a pussy