Ezekiel
Black Blood
(Verse 1)
I stick sharp things in my arms
I need more needles and ink
Cut me open, inside out
Oily black blood when i bleed
I got too much on my mind
All my thoughts weigh down on me
I think if you add a ton
My mind probably fully break

(Chorus)
I’d rather be alone
Hold all my pain in me
Id rather be on sum
Keep sober thoughts at bay