Testo Here in the black Gary Numan

Here in the black

Here in the black there's a feeling of loss but it's hungry and restless. (And it's)
Looking, desperate for something, and it feels like a child but not screaming or helpless (And it's)
Absent of mercy. It's alive and it feels but not a shred of compassion or love.
It comes like a pouring of evil. It's a stain on the ground, it's a desolate shadow of fear.

It's dark and I'm lost. There's a breath in the wind and the breath is malicious. (And I)
Don't know whether to run, or should I drop to my knees and pretend I'm religeous. (Because)
It's cold and I'm scared and the whispers are a madness that forces a question to God.
Is this real or imagined? Because if I'm asleep, well then I don't need to scream for long.

Here in the black it comes
Here in the black it comes
Here in the black it comes for me
Here in the black I'm lost

It's here and I'm found. Like a thought in the mind but it's beautifully vicious. (And I)
Can't hide, not sure if I want to. It crawls in the mist like a vision of Judas. (And it's)
So close I can feel it and I'm chilled to the bone, I'm a statue in ice. (But it's)
Unsure if it's enough, so it waits for the Ghost, for the demon assassin of God.

Here in the black it comes
Here in the black it comes
Here in the black it comes for me
Here in the black I'm lost

And all you see is dark and vague
And all you feel is life unmade
And all your hopes just bleed away
And all you are is lost and fades

Here in the black it comes
Here in the black it comes
Here in the black it comes for me
Here in the black I'm lost