Black Market Blood Lyrics

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Cover art for Black Market Blood lyrics by Placebo

Like in Pure Morning, the unnamed but messed up female friend is spiralling down. This song doesn't have that slightly upbeat feeling to it, though; you "hear her calling", close to her end, but you can't answer. Brian watches her face the flood alone, the deluge and mud of her own mind catching up with her.