Letra da Música Black Sea de Camille Jobin

Consolidate my way
Need of consolation over my way has to vanish
Make me strong but keep me feeling
Too many souls don't feel these days
Subconscious living, dreaming through it
Take me somewhere else, always somewhere else
My own worst enemy
I sprouted from destructive seeds you see

The clockwork beneath
My skin's getting, tired of these troublings
Conscience clear but dirty hands
Knife to the back, gun to the chest
Wounded but blessed I learnt from this mess
Wash me out black sea
Crossed your waters in hopes
You'd find the grounds for me
Instead, got washed back with a hollow chest
Washed back with a hollow chest

Don't take your history for granted, you'll need it to survive
She taught you all the things you care for
You're made of her bones
You're made of her bones, you're made of her bones
I can show you a couple things
From the prison bars inside
I can show you a couple things
I learnt from the prison bars inside
But I hope I hope you won't understand

The clockwork beneath
My skin's getting tired of these troublings
Conscience clear but dirty hands
Knife to the back gun to the chest
Wounded but blessed I learnt from this mess
Wash me out black sea, crossed your waters
In hopes you'd find the grounds for me
Instead, got dragged back
With a hollow chest, got dragged back with a hollow chest