The Blackest Star

Dressed up my brain all in black
Watching those kids hangin' around.
Painted all my brain all in white
Staring at these lips shining in the dark.
The girls were yelling,
The boy was fine,
Trying to find a sense to his life.
Her Daria's boots claping the ground
Right on the rythm of this man,
Her hips moving from left to right
Arms laid as on Jesus's crown,
Looking for somthing to care about.
Each time he rises, he cries
Born thousand times face to the crowd.