Black Sea

Camille Jobin

Compositor: Camille Jobin

Consolidate my way, need of consolation over my way has to vanish
Make me strong but keep me feeling, too many souls don't feel these days
Subconscious living, dreaming through it
Take me somewhere else, always somewhere else
My own worst enemy, I sprouted from destructive seeds you see

The clockwork beneath my skin's getting, tired of these troublings
Conscience clear but dirty hands
Knife to the back, gun to the chest, wounded but blessed I learnt from this mess
Wash me out black sea, crossed your waters in hopes you'd find the grounds for me
Instead, got washed back with a hollow chest, washed back with a hollow chest

Don't take your history for granted, you'll need it to survive
She taught you all the things you care for, you're made of her bones
You're made of her bones, you're made of her bones
I can show you a couple things from the prison bars inside, I can show you a couple things I learnt from the prison bars inside
But I hope I hope you won't understand

The clockwork beneath my skin's getting tired of these troublings, conscience clear but dirty hands knife to the back gun to the chest, wounded but blessed I learnt from this mess
Wash me out black sea, crossed your waters in hopes you'd fin the grounds for me
Instead, got dragged back with a hollow chest, got dragged back with a hollow chest

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