Red ink, spills from her veins
Red ink, spills from her veins
But she is alive
Red ink, spills from her veins
I know, you ache
Your journals in crimson
Your quill still draws her in
Your quill still draws her in
In curses, in cursive
Bait her in comfort complete then move to kill
Your quill spills in crimson
You're the king of cavity quenching by inching the tips
I know, you ache
Your entries made public
In curses, in cursive
But she is alive
Red ink, spills from her veins
I know, you ache
Her veins filled with red ink
Encounters though brief
Red ink, spills from her veins
Red ink, spills from her veins
But she's more than a story
In curses, in cursive
Murdering heaping the coals, the heat, surgery pending
I know, you ache
You're on the trail of the hunted, haunted now
To your delight, she's unaware, she's helpless in your sights
Of fingers across the forbidden, forbidden, forbidden
I know, you ache
Smiling and nodding, she'll go without a fight
Your quill still draws her in
Pursuit your end for regret with shame no end to shade
This is regret in it's purest, a simple plan here
But she is alive
I know, you ache
But she's more than a story
