Ink Songtext
von Drewsif

Line approaching line
End apprehending end
Inching closer and closer
Windows closing
Exhaling impaired judgement
Like father like son
A replica more flawed than the archetype
Hoping desperately my pen runs dry
While procuring more and more ink

Put the period on this sick fucking run on sentence


And I can′t blame you
For what you've been dealt
The sting of neglect
A mother′s love unfelt
But where do I turn when I feel the same?
This is a shared burden, no passing on the blame

Line approaching line
End apprehending end
Inching closer and closer
Windows closing
Exhaling impaired judgement
Like father like son
A replica more flawed than the archetype
Hoping desperately my pen runs dry
While procuring more and more ink
Scribing the same sentence
Again and again
Will the circle remain unbroken?