Well the angels shed all their black
Now they're bored and want it back
Things were bad before, now they're worse
So they've learned to pray in reverse
Cursing the whiteout
That washed out the stains in the sky
Nowhere to go
Black dot in the snow
Into the enso
Black dot in the snow
You just stare into the snow
And the point begins to grow
Which is darker than the rest
And it wants inside your chest
Slippery as oil
It watches you soil yourself
Nothing to know
Black dot in the snow
Into the enso
Black dot in the snow
I'm another flake
A shimmering mistake
In a field of crystal
There's nowhere to go
Black dot in the snow
Into the enso
Black dot in the snow

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