Ink 歌词

I climbed the mountaintop I saw the bottom drop I'm clinging to driftwood I swim in a deep world Words unspoken Seem so foreign Have you heard this one? The hair on the back of your neck stands "Another way out" "Another way out" The army ants have escaped The hair on the back of your neck stands up Ink runs into my cup I sip epiphany Fang bite, tarantula Taste of my symptoms Gasoline and a pistol Blood filling the bathtub Swollen eyelids Baffled by this Tell us what you see The hair on the back of your neck stands "Another way out" "Another way out" The army ants have escaped The hair on the back of your neck stands up Ink runs into my cup I sip epiphany I've bit my lip for the last time The fog lifts up for the blind Free of body, free of mind I'll build my mold up, rest inside Ink spills on paper Paper spells "my blood." The hair on the back of your neck stands "Another way out" "Another way out" The army ants have escaped The hair on the back of your neck stands up Ink runs into my cup I sip epiphany The hair on the back of your neck stands up Ink runs into my cup I sip epiphany Ink spills on paper (Ink spills on paper) Paper spells "my blood." (Paper spells "my blood.") Ink spills on paper (Ink spills on paper) Paper spells "my blood."