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Black Mold

Album: Prince Daddy & The Hyena Durasi: 8:51

Times get so ruthless

But none as cruel as this

I can't feel my legs

As you sat beside my bed

And said

Don't tell me you're sorry

Not unless you mean it

And you don't

Don't tell me you're sorry

I don't want to hear it

Just go

This time, unlike last

I ain't coming back

He suggests a few more down the hatch

Says that it could help this fever pass

In one way or another

...You dirty rotten bastard

You'll be happier than ever!

...You dirty rotten bastard

Don't tell me you're sorry

Not unless you mean it

And you don't

Don't tell me you're sorry

I don't want to hear it

Just go

I run it back in my head

Every now and then

I remember what you said to me

It was like a symphony back then

But along with the wrinkles in your skin

It aged, decayed, and ran its course

And it just made the hard parts worse

You sucked my blood

And drained my life

You drained the blue out of the sky

It was sometime around Easter you showed up

I saw your ribs through your t shirt stained in blood

You said hey it's nice to meet you

I got some shit to teach you

But you pay up front

There was this lightning in his eyes

That conquered braver lives than mine

I'm pacing as the light blinks red

With traces of it on my breath

You'll have to pardon my insistence

But I'm sure you wouldn't want to miss this

Well back in April

The coffee table didn't seem so far away

He turns me over

Pats my shoulder

Tells me everything's okay

What a lie

What a lie

What a lie

What a lie

What a lie

What a lie