William Control
Black Market Hell
My wings are torn away
Spit words like knives
Inside the fields
A former life decay
A poison sword we swallow
Will you fall back?

Sing for your health
Sing for the lonely nights
Existing in hell
In a loveless world we seem to live

My wings are torn away
Spit words like knives
Inside the fields
A former life decay
A poison sword we swallow
Will you fall back?

Sing for your health
Sing for the lonely nights
Existing in hell
In a loveless world we seem to live

My wings are torn
I suffocate
In the darkest place
Of the black market hell I live

My wings are torn
I suffocate
In the darkest place
Of the black market hell I live

My wings are torn
I suffocate
I suffocate