Black Mark

I leave a message, I write a little note

You send a letter to the paper cut from the words I wrote

You say you got his heart, you got his mind too

If he's gonna think again they better say what you do

And it's a strange thought

For me to dwell upon now

But you're gonna drag me down

I'm gonna drag you along

And it's a strange way

For you to show me your heart

By selling my body parts on the black mark

What's the deal, why you never call me back

You're the rabbit with a habit I'm the hunter with a smack

Why not, I guess I'll give it a shot

Take the terror to the top with a tick and a tock

Of the strange bomb

That's gonna blow us apart

And we're standing on top of the black mark

It's a strange way

For you to show me your heart

By selling all we've got on the black mark

And the best of us departed

Were strung out and discarded

And we sell our sorry souls

And so on the black market

On the black mark