Black Mark Songtext
von Samuel Flynn Scott

I leave a message, I write a little note
You send a letter to the paper cut from the words I wrote
You say your god is hard, your god is mine too
If He′s gonna think again they better say what you do

And it's a strange thought
For me to dwell upon now
But you′re gonna drag me down
I'm gonna drag you along

And it's a strange way
For you to show me your heart
By selling my body parts
On the black mark


What′s the deal
Why you never call me back
You′re the rabbit with a habit
I'm a hunter with a smack

Why not? I guess I′ll give it a shot
Take the tarot to the top with a tick and a tock

And the strange bomb is gonna blow us apart
And we're standing on top of the black mark

And it′s a strange way
For you to show me your heart
By selling all we've got
On the black mark

Well the best of us departed
We′re strung out and discarded
And we sell our sorry souls
We're sold on the black market