Just a little more now, pushing through the atmosphere
Rising through the floor now, it's so very cold out here
But it's kinda nice, caught up in even horizon
Though I'm trapped in ice, floating into space her eyes on me
I'm so very still, I feel sick to my soul
They call me Black Hole
I'm so very still, I feel sick to my soul
They call me Black Hole
I've sure had a blast here, strong enough to shake my nerves
This all happened last year, galaxies away from her
A flashing in the distance, flipped into a strange existence
First a bit of light, though there could be some resistance from me
I'm so very still, I feel sick to my soul
They call me Black Hole
I'm so very still, I feel sick to my soul
They call me Black Hole
They call me Black Hole
They call me Black Hole
(Just a little more now)
Just a little more now, pushing through the atmosphere
Rising through the floor now, it's so very cold out here
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