Testo Black Mud - Layla

Black Mud

My mind is clear as a cloudless sky
No room for rust, no room for settled dust
A waning wild, from two bygone days
No room for rust, no room for settled dust
I’m growing black mud up around my veins
And I’m going backward shouting out the name
But it’s spiraling, spiraling into something bigger
I’m growing black mud up around my veins
And I’m going backward shouting out the name
But it’s spiraling, spiraling into something bigger
Is there something bigger?
Is there something bigger?
Wide awake but I am sleeping
No room for rust, no room for settled dust
I’m lying naked, drunk and dreaming
No room for rust, no room for settled dust
I’m growing black mud up around my veins
And I’m going backward shouting out the name
But it’s spiraling, spiraling into something bigger
I’m growing black mud up around my veins
And I’m going backward shouting out the name
But it’s spiraling, spiraling into something bigger
Is there something bigger?
Is there something bigger?
Is there something bigger?
Is there something bigger?
Could it all, could it all
Could it all work at all?
Could it all, could it all
Could it all work at all?
Could it all, could it all
Could it all work at all?
Could it all, could it all
Could it all?
I’m growing black mud up around my veins
And I’m going backward shouting out the name
But it’s spiraling, spiraling into something bigger
I’m growing black mud up around my veins
And I’m going backward shouting out the name
But it’s spiraling, spiraling into something bigger
Is there something bigger?
Is there something bigger?
Is there something bigger?
Is there something bigger?