[Verse 1] I see writing on the wall; In blood, fateful words are spelled. But I know it's not real; Just my mind plays games so cruel. But these games, the games themselves, Cause the blood to be real. [Pre-chorus] I think, I don't know [Chorus] Inked with blood that's not real, I am the guilty artist. And still, blood is on the wall, A wall that does not exist. [Verse 2] It's my mental graffiti; The words, surely, they are mine, But their meaning I can't grasp. It's my self-captivity; This picture is my confine, Heavy words that hold me fast. [Pre-chorus] I think, I don't know [Chorus] Inked with blood that's not real, I am the guilty artist. And still, blood is on the wall, A wall that does not exist. [Verse 3] My thoughts give the wall substance, And make the blood rich, warm, red. The bleak words are a riddle, A personal labyrinth, Even if formed in my head. I can know it a little. [Pre-chorus] I think, I don't know [Chorus] Inked with blood that's not real, I am the guilty artist. And still, blood is on the wall, A wall that does not exist. [Verse 4] And the wall forms my safehold, But still the writing scares me. Was this really my choice here? The wall shelters me from cold Harsh wind of reality. I built the wall, my cloister. [Pre-chorus] I think, I don't know [Chorus] Inked with blood that's not real, I am the guilty artist. And still, blood is on the wall, A wall that does not exist. [Verse 5] Could it really be me who's Written those dread words that haunt On the wall that imprisons? The wall restrains, words confuse; Only I'd capture and taunt. Everything is imagined. [Pre-chorus] I think, I don't know [Chorus] Inked with blood that's not real, I am the guilty artist. And still, blood is on the wall, A wall that does not exist. [Outro] I don't know, I don't know, oh I think, I think I think, I think I think…
