Black Silk - Emily Jane White

I filled up my cup

With diamonds and rust

I filled up my cup

These bones

They turned to dust

I walk in these shoes

Oh just like you do

I walk in these shoes

Just, oh like you do

Unveiling the child within

Before the grace of your sin

And Lucifer has made a bed

For wicked words to rest themselves in

Go to sleep and we’ll all give in

Rob from always on the run is so bad and copy paste is a sin

Black silk, oh wrapped around your neck

And a cutthroat ilk oh behind your back

The crimson moon, undresses you

And you lay your face down

With your heart on the ground

For the devil has made his round

Mother, he’s got me up against the wall

Fading into a line so small

I heard you say

I died that day

And I lay face down

With my heart on the ground

For the devil had made his round