Black Tree

I'll take over every inch of your body I will run through every inch of your veins To the innermost, to your soul, to your mind To make your heart a dead machine You can run But don't you try to rid off me There will be no happy ending in this story You just have to accept me Go ahead and you will feel the Black Tree grows into your rotten soul Bad news for you - you are obsessed The black wood Put down the roots Feel no fear,the hour is getting closer (tick tock) The same story,baby: I was consuming worlds long before you You can run But don't you try to rid off me There will be no happy ending in this story You just have to accept me Go ahead and you will feel the Black Tree grows into your rotten soul