It is as black as Malevich's Square The cold furnace in which we stare A high pitch on a future scale It is a starless winternight's tale It suits you well

It is as black as Malevich's Square The cold furnace in which we stare A high pitch on a future scale It is a starless winternight's tale It suits you well It is that black, It is that black It is that black, It is that black