Across my black room they crawl
willing not to accept my ways
Careful not to fall as their night becomes my day
The white room holds many thingsÂ
Including mistrustÂ
My mind can't comprehendÂ
This feeling called lustÂ
Sometimes I sit in thereÂ
In pursuit of painÂ
When things are filled with shameÂ
I make the Wicked RainÂ
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Words by J WilliamsÂ
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