Service is due waiting on a fix,
a black beating, and shadowy echo
Holding onto old ways, but maybe we should let go
put back into heart.
Back into that bleeding piece.

Do we ever love you enough,
has the world loved you a little that my particular love is always a lot
Or maybe I'm convinced into easily buying into love by the mart.
a corner store close to my heart,
Tied to me, so don't unwind the knot

Would you care enough about me anymore,
being lead by this discussion
Sense emotions but maybe can't feel no more
Why we're all not taking our time is because the whole world is all too busy rushing.

Still I am due the service,
could you maybe do me well a black service
In the dark glaring at the light of being a better person
I know it's a bleeding heart, but I don't think I can feel the hurting

I'm due a service.

Don't need to know the cost
I just need to finish my shopping, so could we start.

I don't take care myself,
or buy into the idea of buying into happiness by the sum of your wealth
But I do care if the blackness of my heart robs the happiness of my health.

I'm due a service.

From being the wrong, I'll be seen the worst,
who's lining up for a fix,
I'm in line in the middle claiming "I'm the first".

Still due the service.

Black is dark,
Still black is art and who we are.
And we wear that picture within our many scars.

Still due the service.

I just need to finish my shopping, so could we start.
Due a black service and seeking The Lord on top.