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