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 ] (Chorus)

I am the circle that spins out his fate as he slowly drowns
Descending through colours of darkening shades further underground

(Chorus)

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

(Chorus)