Blood Of The Scribe

All of this comes crashing down

Cornerstone's gone

Sleepless, hopeless

No end in sight

Ink well

Has run dry

Fill it with blood of the scribe

Rest comes easy to the guiltless

The vampire laments as he prays

For the sun!

Doom, despair, tragedy

Are the tools of the trade

Cut to the bone

Rob the grave

Unearth the stone

Lay to waste

Defile the tome

Rip the page

Strip mine the vein

Lay to waste

Frayed at the edge, flat lined

The anvil cracks, the hammer

Relentlessly comes down

A new pariah is born

Cut to the bone

Rob the grave

Unearth the stone

Lay to waste

Defile the tome

Rip the page

Strip mine the vein

Lay to waste

Chastisement lays you down to sleep

Tucks you in with bloody kisses

Gifts of nightmares, bittersweet

Type A negative shuts me down

Catchphrase will be death of me

Is this not what you came to see?

What? Are you not entertained?

Climb the walls till nails bleed

Rip the hair, tear the seams

Break the glass, head in hands

Bell tolls endlessly, no end in sight