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"