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I've been digging this grave, but now that it`s made

I see that black is one hell of a color

Want to break out so I start to shout

But the mortician`s returned to his parlor

Black hole

Wrapped in my shroud upstairs, the music`s so loud

That I can`t concentrate on my sorrow

Let down my hair and find something to wear

And then dance myself into tomorrow

Black hole

I`m in a hole here and all I can see

Are these grey walls that are closing in on me

Throw me a ladder, lend me an arm

Beam me up Scotty, lift me from harm