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Pitch Black Mourning - Audrey Horne
Written by：Dr/Audrey Horne
All of these thoughts that come running through my head
They seem to be distorted pictures
Memories of how I first got to this point
Through a blurry Polaroid
Days in the wilderness
Lost in the emptiness
All my thoughts are clouded
By the pitch black mourning of something long gone
A ghost without a name
A ghost without a name
Without a name
A ghost without a name
When morning comes it screams so loud
Crackin' up again
Wash the blood and hide the evidence
The sun arise
It burns my eyes
Well
I never thought it would come to this my dear
Crashed on the way down
My head first into the ground
Bloodstains lead the way home for me
Follow the trail from the ground to the wrist to these pale
Anemic eyes
Erase and rewind
Throw it all back in time
Tell me
Will I still remember you
And how comes
The last thing I see as I pass out
Is you fading to black
When morning comes it screams so loud
Crackin' up again
Wash the blood and hide the evidence
The sun arise
It burns my eyes
Well
I never thought it would come to this my dear
When morning comes it screams so loud
Crackin' up again
Wash the blood and hide the evidence
The sun arise
It burns my eyes
Well
I never thought it would come to this
When morning comes it screams so loud
Crackin' up again
Wash the blood and hide the evidence
The sun arise
It burns my eyes
Well
I never thought it would come to this my dear
