Black Blood Avenue

[All: Signor Benedick the Moor] Deafening darkness how do you do? Pondering a pass of plunderous Black Blood Avenue Dare I ask did you decide to defer to a different day? Presuming possibly I may provide a preferable way After all what can I say or do now that hasn't been done? Seems like after all these years, yes, you've finally gone and won The cataracts contract and now it's a fact that I won't be one But two in the dark sometimes is twice of the fun Drowning in the sun, the sun looks up to his mother The mother looks to a bottle The bottle looks to the brother Like another opportunity to sputter out and mutter But he doesn't speak up cause down is his bread and butter *coughing* Deafening darkness how do you do? Pondering the pass of plunderous Black Blood Avenue Dare I ask did you decide to defer to a different day? Presuming possibly I may provide a preferable way Now if you're here to stay, I've got only one thing to say "No one likes a gwumpy wabbit" Every morning we've gotta play Skip rope, remote wrote slopes Always become decay In this way we catalyze our hourly dismay Hold your hands against mine as we softly sway Now that you're here, who can distinguish the night from the day? The feel of flesh against mine How I pine for the antithetical wine as I hold the time close And keep the times at bay *coughing* Deafening darkness how do you do? Pondering the pass of plunderous Black Blood Avenue Dare I ask did you decide to defer to a different day? Presuming possibly I may provide a preferable way Desperately dying, deliciously death-defying Performing perditious spying Partly personifying Despite dark and belying And awkward ambilifying Collapse that- *coughing*