Текст песни: None More Black. File Under Black. Never Heard Of Courduroy.

I've taken tongue to pen & ink to blood stream...the venemous kind. I've spilled my guts on your favorite blue jeans, and
you didn't mind. It's not the way I want it. It's just the way I see it. I wish I didn't need it. On the inside, the venom's
not kind. I wish I was a little more rock and less complicated.
I wish I was a little more rock. This time it's not right. The antedote. It's all in the pre-screen and losing my mind.
I'll kill the chord instead of the rhyme scheme, and everything's fine. It's not the way I want it. It's just the way I see
it. I wish I didn't feel it. I wish I didn't need it. On the inside, the venom feels fine.