“How long have I been sitting here Where promises are only knives While the sky lends stars to me So you don't have to wait alone Black suits on the 17 Celebration of my broken Festive without color, only dark I'll take you out and don't come back Where is the grave you made Let me do the digging now I help you to bury me in here And there's no need for window You don't need to be hard to kill me No need for a knife, your lips so sharp so when you upon the hill while im praising my grave that im done Black suits on the 17 Celebration of my broken Festive without color, only dark I'll take you out and don't come back”