Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rest in Ink, artist - JT Music.
Date of issue: 06.03.2020
Song language: English
Rest in Ink |
This is a song for the sheep |
Who’s afraid of the big bad wolf? |
Well you shouldn’t be |
'Cause evil’s something I couldn’t be |
My head’s full of teeth, but they’re made for smiling |
Despite the bodies pilin' up, ignore 'em |
And look for a door |
Only an exit, open nothing more |
I’d rather not get ripped apart |
Can I trust you with my heart? |
Go on and draw your boundaries |
But I’m bound to cross some lines |
In a world devoid of color |
There is one I call divine |
Black is the color of laughter |
Black is the color of joy |
Black is the blood on my casket |
It’s the palette of the void |
Black is happy-ever-after |
As tragedy is to befall |
I blacken my soul with disaster |
Leave it plastered on the walls |
Where would a wolf wander without his pack? |
As sanity sinks and then slips through the cracks? |
Any lingering light will leak into the black |
So welcome aboard the train without track |
Lay back on the surgery table, my hands are unsteady |
But surely I’m able, of cracking your cage and setting your rage free |
I’ll replace you if you betray me! |
Ink hath, runneth over |
And the tide will only rise |
But beware the undertow |
Your final throes are growing nigh! |
Want a bone? |
Here’s one, I’ll throw ya' |
You woke up in someone’s mind |
Just like I did, so don’t fight it |
There is nowhere left to hide |
Death is no such dreadful thing |
When you can rest in ink |
This is your lullaby, he’ll set you down to lie |
Then hang you out to dry |
And make you proud to die |
Black is the color of laughter |
Black is the color of joy |
Black is the blood on my casket |
It’s the palette of the void |
Black is happy-ever-after |
As tragedy is to befall |
I blacken my soul with disaster |
Leave it plastered on the walls |
What’s an identity but a lie? |
Cuz the man that I once was, wasn’t I |
See a monster is all in perspective |
Pretend that this song is your posthumous lullaby |
Now your pain is in paint, and I’ll watch it dry |
Then a permanent stain, you’ll become with time |
You’re the sideshow, don’t be mistaken |
Cuz I’m the one takin' home all of the bacon |
He’s always closin' in |
The halls are growing dim |
The walls are closin' in |
And nothing else is holding him |
Play your favorite tune aloud |
To make you braver through your doubt |
You’ve made your way to proving grounds |
Stay and face the music now |
Death is no such dreadful thing |
When you can rest in ink |
This is your lullaby, he’ll set you down to lie |
Then hang you out to dry |
And make you proud to die |
Black is the color of laughter |
Black is the color of joy |
Black is the blood on my casket |
It’s the palette of the void |
Black is happy-ever-after |
As tragedy is to befall |
I blacken my soul with disaster |
Leave it plastered on the walls |
Death is no such dreadful thing |
When you can rest in ink |
This is your lullaby, he’ll set you down to lie |
Then hang you out to dry |
And make you proud to die |
Black is the color of the laughter |
(Ha ha ha ha ha ha) |