Blood & Ink

Bruised fists, scarred skin, wear rage like its armor. Ink-stained, smudged paint, my own ghost and martyr. Carved up, left to bleed, they thought they’d break me down, But I’m standing here, a weapon now, blackened battleground. Blood and ink, it’s all I know, Twisted art, a world so cold. I’ve tasted fear, I’ve felt the fire, Fighting demons, dark desires. Blood and ink, these scars run deep, Still wide awake, I’m done with sleep. I walked alone, across this hell, surrounded by these scars, Flesh and steel, a broken soul, how’d I get this far? Every face, every scream, they’re burned into my mind, But I hold the blade; I hold the line, against the dark inside. Blood and ink, it’s all I know, Twisted art, a world so cold. I’ve tasted fear, I’ve felt the fire, Fighting demons, dark desires. Blood and ink, these scars run deep, Still wide awake, I’m done with sleep. I’m done with sleep. I’m done with sleep. Cut me down, I’ll bleed and rise, A weapon forged, baptized in lies. Fear the silence, crave the fight, I walk alone into the night. Blood and ink, it’s all I know, Twisted art, a world so cold. I’ve tasted fear, I’ve felt the fire, Fighting demons, dark desires. Blood and ink, these scars run deep, Still wide awake, I’m done with sleep. I am blood, I am ink, I’m to fear, you’d never think, Violence chained unto me Marked for an eternity I’m done with sleep! I’m done with sleep.