Black Are the Flowers

I am the eye in the mind of a man who has courted fame Selling the rights to the key of the door to another plane Black are the seeds on my hand Black are the rays of the sun Black is the rain from the sky And black are the flowers I am the circle that spins out his fate as he slowly drowns Descending through colours of darkening shades further underground Black are the seeds on my hand Black are the rays of the sun Black is the rain from the sky And black are the flowers I am the tongue that is dyed with the stains of his painted words The echoes resound in a hole in the ground where they can't be heard Black are the seeds on my hand Black are the rays of the sun Black is the rain from the sky And black are the flowers