Black Sun rises from somewhere in my brain
In a place that I could crane
It was vicious, anxious
Ensuring I''m going delirious
Black Sun driving my master brain insane
Then trying to pitch their brain
Through loneliness, weariness
Resistance was already useless
My aunt''s gonna be on this record
My aunt''s gonna be doing downstairs talking
What''s up? What''s with the black lines
burned beneath your eyes, man?
Yo you all look washed up man,
what happened to your ass last night?
...SHIT
You''ve all been dreaming
about some ugly shit... yeah