Black Holes

People who live in the dim Willing to shrive their sins Trying to change their lives knowing cruelty cuts like knife Swallowing the light from the good In their own Black Holes In their own Black Holes They don’t know there’s not enough light To feed the immeasurable hunger and lust Usually, they are skeptical and blind There’s no time to bleach this incredible dust Next victim they would chase and find It’s too late to believe in those prayers Asking solutions as players In their own Black Holes In their own Black Holes Their god is too far away To hear their pledges this way Please make believe you´re safe Handling yourself in your own black space Even if one day you find the light or so You will never cleanse your soul ACA Feb 26th, 2007