[Intro] Yeah... they said the pen is mightier than the sword... But they didn't tell you the ink was alive. [Verse 1] I’m dipping the nib in the liquid of sins of a primitive mind I’m limited by the rhythm and lines that I’m hidden behind The parchment is parched, it’s starving for a spark of the dark Every mark is a jagged-edge dagger that’s stabbing your heart I’m sketching a specter, a vector of death in the texture of text I’m next to the hex, I’m obsessed with the flex of the hex on your neck The ink starts to ripple, it’s bubbling up from the page A puddle of rage, unbuckling the cage of a subterranean stage! [Chorus] This is Cursed Ink, don't let it touch your skin Once the melody starts, the malady begins It’s a black sea rising, drowning the light I’m writing the ghost stories that haunt you tonight! [Verse 2] (Faster, double-time) I’m a lyrical warlock, a master of malice, I master the craft The letters are spiders, they're weaving the web where the innocent laugh I’m blurring the boundary, foundry of sound in the ground of the sacred I’m painting a picture of scripture that’s scripted in nothing but hatred The ink is a parasite, paralyzed, staring at paradise lost I’m paying the cost, I’m crossing the Styx with a bridge made of frost Watch the vocabulary vary, it’s scary, the library’s bleeding The more that I’m writing, the less that the demons are actually receding! [Bridge] The ink is in my veins now... it’s turning my blood black. (Distorted voice) I can’t stop the pen. I can’t take it back. [Chorus] This is Cursed Ink, don't let it touch your skin Once the melody starts, the malady begins It’s a black sea rising, drowning the light I’m writing the ghost stories that haunt you tonight! [Verse 3] (The beat gets darker, more hollow, with a heavy "thud-clack" rhythm) Now the blotches are monsters, they’re hopping right off of the stationery Creating a vocabulary cemetery, it’s getting scary The ink is dripping off the table, hitting the floor like a lead weight I’m trying to scream but my vocal cords are a dead weight It’s crawling up my denim, it’s venomous, it’s a black snake I’m shivering, delivering lines until the glass breaks The room is spinning, the ceiling is dripping a dark matter The walls are whispering back every single word of my chatter! I’m a prisoner of the prose, I’m a victim of the verb I’m losing my mind in the lines of the rhymes that you just heard The ink is in my lungs now, I’m breathing out a black smoke The pen is a parasite, and life is just a dark joke! [Chorus] This is Cursed Ink, don't let it touch your skin Once the melody starts, the malady begins It’s a black sea rising, drowning the light I’m writing the ghost stories that haunt you tonight! [Bridge] (Music slows down to a haunting, high-pitched violin screech and a heartbeat) Every drop... is a heartbeat. Every smudge... is a memory erased. I’m not writing the book anymore... (Distorted yell) THE BOOK IS WRITING ME! [Verse 4] (Explosive "Godzilla" style speed—no breathing) I’m a fountain of foulness, a mountain of madness, a fountain-pen phantom I’m dragging the ink through the sink of the soul and I’m singing the anthem The letters are leeches, they’re sucking the light out of every stanza A lyrical cancer, a black-inked bonanza, a rhyme extravaganza! I’m covered in calligraphy, physically fading to nothing but text You’re reading my obituary and wondering who’s gonna be next I’m a stain on the brain, I’m a blot on the plot of the universe I’m turning the blessing of music into the ultimate funeral verse! The bottle is empty, the ink is all gone, but the room is pitch black I’m part of the paper now, motherfucker, and there’s no coming back! [Chorus] This is Cursed Ink, don't let it touch your skin Once the melody starts, the malady begins It’s a black sea rising, drowning the light I’m writing the ghost stories that haunt you tonight! [Outro] (Sound of a heavy book slamming shut, followed by total silence) (Whisper) Don't... read... the last... page. (Static fade out)
