Inked in Red

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