Black Market Blood

Black Market Blood
Wasted face that swallowed time
with armageddon crawling
she's insane, this friend of mine
and she's always bawling
hear her calling
hear her calling you
hear her calling
hear her calling you
There's a place within her mind
with rains already falling
she's insane, this friend of mine
and she's always bawling
hear her calling
hear her calling you
hear her calling
hear her calling you
She's preparing for the flood
the deluge and the sliding mud
she's preparing for the flood
running on black market blood
black market blood
Wasted face that swallowed time
with armageddon crawling
she's insane, this friend of mine
and she's always bawling
hear her calling
hear her calling you
hear her calling
hear her calling you
She's preparing for the flood
the deluge and the sliding mud
she's preparing for the flood
running on black market blood
black market blood
black market blood
black market blood
black market

En 'Black Market Blood' de Placebo, la letra nos sumerge en la historia de una amiga que parece estar perdiendo el control. Con un rostro consumido por el tiempo, ella encarna un personaje al borde del apocalipsis, siempre en un estado de profunda angustia...