See that crack at the foot of the mountain?
It looks like an open wound from a khanjar dagger
Anxiety is my flame, step through it like a salamander
My life is stagnant in a puddle, exhaling miasma
Dark like the masses, star without the S
For every contact I am the disease, I am herpes
I am the Crow, I am Sandman
I wake up and cry like the Berserk pendant
I love this dark and warm lake, in which I immerse myself
That, if I roll up my sleeves, I feel cold
I have a fragile, fragile soul, which is made of glass
But, if you speak to my vale of tears, you feel the ego
Do you know what I discovered?
That my talent is in feeling sorry for myself
Streams of black bitumen smear my face
I let it rain in my temple, from my scholar
I'm gross, like a sandpiper in the pipeline
In the swamp as Swamp Thing
In this day and age, you are only as good as you suffer, Johnny Knoxville
I cry bitumen, I spit tar
I bleed pitch, that's fine
I cry bitumen, I spit tar
I bleed pitch, that's fine
Call me Darktar, Darktar
I am the myth of the cave
From my eternal anxiety, the dark side of weakness
Dive into my slime lake, like a canadair
In the swamp we do the dance of the Maccabees
You can't take me off my boards
I stand sideways, like the bishop does
I sink into the pitch, like a barter
In my kingdom, we have white flags
I am no longer capable, the offense whitens me
Modes sink their blades, then change back
Outside, they forged me, a suspended cage
I'm safe here, like a scandal in church
Character that sticks to me, I deserve the Oscar
It's my sneaky way of making me love you, then
I cry bitumen, I spit tar
I bleed pitch, that's fine
I cry bitumen, I spit tar
I bleed pitch, that's fine
Call me Darktar, Darktar
You cry bitumen, you spit tar
You bleed pitch, that's good
You cry bitumen, you spit tar
You bleed pitch, that's good
Call me Darktar, Darktar
I cry bitumen, I spit tar
I bleed pitch, that's fine
I cry bitumen, I spit tar
I bleed pitch, good like this, good like this