Inked in Red

With history has drawn these lines across my face
With bones through flesh, and will it always be this way?
A change of hands again, clandestine operative
You can gun me down when I've got nothing left to give

A tragedy is written, inked in red
Words bleed onto pages, I try to raise the dead
A tragedy is written, inked in red
Words bleed onto pages, I try to raise the dead

I count the dying hours underneath the burning skies
I'm running through the forests in the dead of night
Each way I turn, I'm searching for a guiding light
But there just don't seem to be any signs of life

So here I go again, crawling on my knees
Through the jagged era of uncertainty
With my incompetence, it's painted on my face
And I am left here wondering when I'll leave this place

A tragedy is written, inked in red
Words bleed onto pages, I try to raise the dead
A tragedy is written, inked in red
Words bleed onto pages, I try to raise the dead

I count the dying hours underneath the burning skies
I'm running through the forests in the dead of night
Each way I turn, I'm searching for a guiding light
But there just don't seem to be any signs of life

Oh, as it seems that this life is a waking dream
Oh, as it seems that this life is a waking dream

I count the dying hours underneath the burning skies
I'm running through the forests in the dead of night
Each way I turn, I'm searching for a guiding light
But there just don't seem to be any signs of life, oh



Credits
Writer(s): Daniel Geller, Emily Fredock, Dustin Gannon, Jason Fusco
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