Ink

Well, I was born with detest in my blood
Always compared what should not and should
Fear is a tactic, it's not shy of design
Its aided, it's abetted, it's perfected my crime
Style unfolds like a red velvet carpet
It goes on for miles but it only leads to a tar pit
I can't reconcile, but I also can't forget
All the while unable to forfeit

I want to pour ink on beautiful things
And to defecate upon an angel's wings
Because they weren't meant to fly

It's in most of our dreams and it won't go away
Its a longing for something that has been kept at bay
The keys to the gate are just out of reach
Can't even learn the sermon that we've been trying to preach

I want to pour ink on beautiful things
And to defecate upon an angel's wings
Because they weren't meant to fly
And apparently neither was I

I want to pour ink on beautiful things

Go go go GO!
Yeah!
Ahhh Ooh!
Yeah!



Credits
Writer(s): Mitchell Charles Fox
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