Scared of your black role I'm not to run love cold I'm talkin' in slow white But you're raising red light And I'm not moving They love what we do I guess I'll believe you But I don't get in all sensation I'm very for such those flames They're growing in your soul You're barbed, you're black holed I watch as you're need grows I crawl to the sole name I'm drowning for your sake But I'm not moving One thing I should say I'm hurt in a bad way But I don't get that whole sensation I'm very for such a strange thing Growing in your soul