Inked in Red Songtext
von Vision Video
Inked in Red Songtext
With history has drawn these lines across my face
With bones through flesh, and will it always be this way?
A change of hands again, clandestine operative
You can gun me down when I′ve got nothing left to give
A tragedy is written, inked in red
Words bleed onto pages, I try to raise the dead
A tragedy is written, inked in red
Words bleed onto pages, I try to raise the dead
I count the dying hours underneath the burning skies
I'm running through the forests in the dead of night
Each way I turn, I′m searching for a guiding light
But there just don't seem to be any signs of life
So here I go again, crawling on my knees
Through the jagged era of uncertainty
With my incompetence, it's painted on my face
And I am left here wondering when I′ll leave this place
A tragedy is written, inked in red
Words bleed onto pages, I try to raise the dead
A tragedy is written, inked in red
Words bleed onto pages, I try to raise the dead
I count the dying hours underneath the burning skies
I′m running through the forests in the dead of night
Each way I turn, I'm searching for a guiding light
But there just don′t seem to be any signs of life
Oh, as it seems that this life is a waking dream
Oh, as it seems that this life is a waking dream
I count the dying hours underneath the burning skies
I'm running through the forests in the dead of night
Each way I turn, I′m searching for a guiding light
But there just don't seem to be any signs of life, oh
With bones through flesh, and will it always be this way?
A change of hands again, clandestine operative
You can gun me down when I′ve got nothing left to give
A tragedy is written, inked in red
Words bleed onto pages, I try to raise the dead
A tragedy is written, inked in red
Words bleed onto pages, I try to raise the dead
I count the dying hours underneath the burning skies
I'm running through the forests in the dead of night
Each way I turn, I′m searching for a guiding light
But there just don't seem to be any signs of life
So here I go again, crawling on my knees
Through the jagged era of uncertainty
With my incompetence, it's painted on my face
And I am left here wondering when I′ll leave this place
A tragedy is written, inked in red
Words bleed onto pages, I try to raise the dead
A tragedy is written, inked in red
Words bleed onto pages, I try to raise the dead
I count the dying hours underneath the burning skies
I′m running through the forests in the dead of night
Each way I turn, I'm searching for a guiding light
But there just don′t seem to be any signs of life
Oh, as it seems that this life is a waking dream
Oh, as it seems that this life is a waking dream
I count the dying hours underneath the burning skies
I'm running through the forests in the dead of night
Each way I turn, I′m searching for a guiding light
But there just don't seem to be any signs of life, oh
Writer(s): Daniel Geller, Emily Fredock, Jason Fusco, Dustin Gannon Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com