Out of the Black Songtext
von Billie Marten
Out of the Black Songtext
How did it feel
When it came alive and took you
Out of the black
It broke your skin and shook through
Every part of me
Every part of you
You made a fool out of me and took the skin off my back running
So don′t breathe when I talk 'cause you haven′t been spoken to
I've got a gun for a mouth and a bullet with your name on it
But a trigger for a heart beating blood from an empty pocket
And I never knew why
And you didn't care when
You closed every door
And washed away no sin
And I promised you
Like you promised me
That those vows we made
We messed them up for free
You made a fool out of me and took the skin off my back running
So don′t breathe when I talk ′cause you haven't been spoken to
I′ve got a gun for a mouth and a bullet with your name on it
But a trigger for a heart beating blood from an empty pocket
An empty pocket
And it tortures slow
Never lets you go
Deals a crooked hand
And it tortures slow
Never lets you go
Deals a crooked hand
You made a fool out of me and took the skin off my back running
So don't breathe when I talk ′cause you haven't been spoken to
I′ve got a gun for a mouth and a bullet with your name on it
But a trigger for a heart beating blood from an empty pocket
An empty pocket
When it came alive and took you
Out of the black
It broke your skin and shook through
Every part of me
Every part of you
You made a fool out of me and took the skin off my back running
So don′t breathe when I talk 'cause you haven′t been spoken to
I've got a gun for a mouth and a bullet with your name on it
But a trigger for a heart beating blood from an empty pocket
And I never knew why
And you didn't care when
You closed every door
And washed away no sin
And I promised you
Like you promised me
That those vows we made
We messed them up for free
You made a fool out of me and took the skin off my back running
So don′t breathe when I talk ′cause you haven't been spoken to
I′ve got a gun for a mouth and a bullet with your name on it
But a trigger for a heart beating blood from an empty pocket
An empty pocket
And it tortures slow
Never lets you go
Deals a crooked hand
And it tortures slow
Never lets you go
Deals a crooked hand
You made a fool out of me and took the skin off my back running
So don't breathe when I talk ′cause you haven't been spoken to
I′ve got a gun for a mouth and a bullet with your name on it
But a trigger for a heart beating blood from an empty pocket
An empty pocket
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