The glass half epty, filled with p***
self-fulfilling prophecies
zone in, negative, down the hole
frustation, fatigue taking their toll
Laughting too hard at every single smile
see the black dog rising all the while
i shall go on 'til the end, i shall never surrender
I can give you any colour you like
as long as it’s black
i will feed you any colour you like
as long as it’s black
take my hand and take a trip with me drag you down to hell to see
any colour you like as long as it’s black
Block the sun, push back the one
stuck in muddy water, yeah, the thrill is gone
careful what you wallow in, Mr. Cynical f***
can’t enjoy all you have? You’re s*** out of luck