Black session de Katatonia

I sense infliction in the air
it's only me
i'm fucking up old times
it's a remembrance
O this
black session in my mind
o the black
I was too weak to fight
once more i let go
it is a black session
an invitation of sorts
I keep on living in this my only wish
that life will be good someday
i keep on losing my sleep because of this
seems so hard just to stay
So if you come by just this last time
i'll be here
and i will talk to you like
if this had never been
O this
black session in my mind
o the black