Black 7 کے بول

All felt is good here All felt is just fine Like a rapture waiting To dine on the divine It moves across me And sets me free Open oh so gently Everytime I scream release I mean it You know it Everytime I feel relief I feel the dirty black 7 Loss of time is felt here Burning back in my mind Like a cancer growing In the minds of the divine Don't roll me over Can't help these things I feel Couldn't see them coming But I've given into what is real Extend what's been given Take a taste of what's within You cast me over Yet I've risen and I am real I am the little cracked mirror.