Paint It Black
... I look inside myself and see my heart is black
I see my red door and it has been painted black
Maybe then I'll fade away and not have to face the facts
Its not easy facin' up when your whole world is black...
Hmm, hmm, hmm...
I wanna see it painted, painted black
Black as night, black as coal
I wanna see the sun blotted out from the sky
I wanna see it painted, painted, painted, painted black
Chaxiubao: My eyes, eyes, they can't see! The truffles blocked out all my light with blackness! Everywhere I turn is dim.
J. Robuchon: Yes, Je sui le coupable. I'm the composer for all the darkness. With me, thou shalt see sunlight no more!
Chaxiubao: What is that in your hand you're trying to gorge down my throat?
J. Robuchon: Truffe Noire, but what difference does it make, monsieur? Will you swallow it if I tell you this is freshly made by me in the loo?
Chaxiubao: ... Vous êtes le diable! May God bless you!
J. Robuchon: Hahhah, Welcome To My Black Parade.