I write your name on my arm with India ink Baby I told you once before it's not what you think I drink it in with a sip But I really want to chug You
Three little words Keep calling out your name "Please come back home, Just come back home" She slowly cuts; slowly mends Till you bend and break Breaking hearts bleed ink
hoist the flag indoctrinated the nihilism is monolithic I would kill you if I wasn't so fucking lazy but then again what's the point bullets can be expensive
There comes a time when you swim or sink So I jumped in the drink 'Cause I couldn't make myself clear Maybe I wrote in invisible ink Oh I've tried to
Galilee spent most of his life walking around in other people?s minds until the day when he did decide to try and build his own paradise. That?s
Thanks for these new sheets But I've been hanging Fire from your everyday The knack for the fixed Been holding water That you snatched away Bells
All hailstorms in to die for my sins ?Why am I accursed and not believing Death to damnation both forced arrest Enforced interrogation duress fire question
Try to think before It's to late These words are our all universe But there is a virus Disappearing ink Your brains are rotting insde Try to not disappear
bleeding ink. I wished that I could swim I wished that I could drink I wished that it was me. It's bleaker than you think I'm running out of ink Give
night grey gymnastics ink math ah ratics mathfantastics ink mathematics moon to a flea ink mathematics hop along with me ink mathematics moon to a flea
I wrote your name on the wall With blood red aerosol Isn't that just what you wanted I drew your face on to my notepad With invisible ink Isn't that
[Hitman] When darkness be closin in I'm motivated, with the howlin wind with a list of chosen men, frozen in sin Knowin that your end is beginnin Swift
poetic madness drains from my mind. you've fucked me there too many times. heart in throat. I'm all choked up. I wish I was. now give me sanity. this
this is how we rock. yeah. this is our revolution. yeah. this is not noise. this is the sound we want. this is the movement. this is the sound of music
halo, but not will this angel watch over my shoulder. how long will I hide behind this pen and how long will you wait for me. I guess until the ink runs
the piano players dead. someone shot him in the head. I want to make sweet love to his fucking music. who would've wanted the show to end this early?
swallow me as I become a living blaspheme. force fed by your tyrant. choke on the lies of the ancients. so you are the demon to design my fate. disguise
I know you can move in that black velvet. yeah. so move for me in that velvet dress. the sweet taste you'll leave on me. tainted with that kiss. bite
