Want - Random Rab

In silence color, turns to black

I received a premonition

No pushing forward, not leaning back

I can see it’s my condition

This is what I want

How do I deny myself?

This is what I want

How do I deny myself?

My new desire, leads me on

Clarifying my conviction

The broken silence, from singing crows

In my famished state I’m begging

In silence color, turns to black

I received a premonition

No pushing forward, not leaning back

I can see it’s my condition

This is what I want

How do I deny myself?

This is what I want

How do I deny myself?