the black lullaby

she wants a life of sun and song
but she’s been high for way too long
she wants to find a way
to separate her night from day
cause she’s addicted to that
hardcore aphrodisiac

he cries and hides away his face
he knows he’s living in disgrace
he kneels again to pray
to ask for strength no more to stray
but he’s addicted to that
hardcore aphrodisiac

when they are one
they both become
two perfect parts of harmony
but when they part
then they both start
to play their own dark symphony

she’s lost in clouds of red and gold
she’s got nobody’s hand to hold
and when she’s sane again
she’ll start to feel the needless pain
she’s still addicted to that
hardcore aphrodisiac

he wakes up wondering where he is
he looks beside him and he sees
a new mistake lies dead
on his dirty satin bed
he’s still addicted to that
hardcore aphrodisiac

they try so hard
to stand on guard
but they don’t know just where to start
he wants his sin
she needs her vice
and neither wants to pay the price
to let it go
for they both know
that they’re addicted to that
hardcore aphrodisiac

brandon ingram