The man's in these things poisoned, I promise!
I've said to all, mostly to himself,
Hearing voices from the great beyond,
Now only he can take himself out!
Eyes red,
wrists cut,
Reaching out,
but not from the mud!
So, Black Hat Fox, Hell's existence isn't dumb!
You can't keep him from the mud!
Where the drowning begins,
What's capable of caring?
Now in peril, seductive, clear,
His mortal body's a pit of bone!
Sunk to a dying sky with no stars,
Now his blood is kept inside a flame!
Those who read only know the burning! Eyes red,
wrists cut,
Reaching out, but not from the mud!
So,
Black Hat Fox,
Hell's existence isn't normal!
Soon his bones, but do you cease to dominate?
Skin,
coal,
filth,
unknown,
Scream until the blood fills your lungs!
Yeah, now you're a threat!
But only to yourself!
Yeah, now you're a threat!
To your own tomorrow!