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