The hunger inside given to me,
Makes me what I am.
Always it is calling me,
For the blood of man.
They say I cannot be this,
I am jaded.
Hiding from the day,
I can't bare it,
Cannot tame the hunger in me
Oh, I say I did it,
Always searching,
You can't fuck with me.
So instead you'll taste my pain.
The hunger inside given to me,
Makes me feel alive.
Always out stalking prey,
In the dark I hide.
Feeling, falling, hating,
Feel like I am fading, hating life.
They say I cannot be this,
I am jaded.
Hiding from the day.
I can't bare it,
I cannot tame the hunger in me...
Oh, I say I did it
Always searching,
You can't fuck with fate.
So instead you'll taste my pain.
You say your life I'm taking,
Always bothering me.
I can't take this anymore,
I'm failing, always smothering me
You look down on me,
Hey what you see,
Take this gift from me.
You will soon be me.
Nothing seems exciting,
Always the same hiding
* * *
Well, you wonder why
I always dress in black,
Why you never see bright
colors on my back,
And why does my appearance
seem to have a somber tone.
Well, there's a reason for
the things that I have on.
I wear the black for the
poor and the beaten down,
Livin' in the hopeless,
hungry side of town,
I wear it for the prisoner
who has long paid for his crime,
But is there because h
e's a victim of the times.
I wear the black for
those who never read,
Or listened to the
words that Jesus said,
About the road to happiness
through love and charity,
Why, you'd think
He's talking straight to you and me.
Well, we're doin' mighty fine,
I do suppose,
In our streak of lightnin'
cars and fancy clothes,
But just so we're reminded
of the ones who are held back,
Up front there ought '
a be a Man In Black.
I wear it for the sick
and lonely old,
For the reckless ones whose
bad trip left them cold,
I wear the black in mournin'
for the lives that could have been,
Each week we lose
a hundred fine young men.
And, I wear it for
the thousands who have died,
Believen' that the
Lord was on their side,
I wear it for another hundred
thousand who have died,
Believen' that we all
were on their side.
Well, there's things that
never will be right I know,
And things need changin'
everywhere you go,
But 'til we start to make a move
to make a few things right,
You'll never see me
wear a suit of white.
Ah, I'd love to wear
a rainbow every day,
And tell the world
that everything's OK,
But I'll try to carry off
a little darkness on my back,
'Till things are brighter,
I'm the Man In Black.
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