Ink Angel Alice

You're so interesting

So different

I have to say, i'm an instant fan

Looks like you've got a date with an angel

Ink in my head

I want to get on my flight

It's not my incident

I'm Alice, I'm a death

Glass, drop it here

Happy incident

Death over again, success

Need to complete the process

Ink-ink in my head

I want to get on my flight

It's not my incident

I'm Alice, I'm a death

Glass, drop it here

Happy incident

Death over again, success

Need to complete the process

Come to me now

Level nine

I'm alone, it's really wrong

I don't want to set the world on fire

I just want to start a flame, flame in your heart

Apart, in ink, I am no longer the same

There are no colors here, just

The color gray, the frame

Lost Souls, Snuff Nancy

Your communication with me is necromancy

Every step is in ink here

Psychopathy

Ink in my head

I want to get on my flight

It's not my incident

I'm Alice, I'm a death

Glass, drop it here

Happy incident

Death over again, success

Need to complete the process

Ink in my head

I want to get on my flight

It's not my inci—

I'm Alice, I'm a death

I'm Alice, I'm a death

I'm Alice, I'm a death

I'm Alice, I'm a death

I-i-i-i'm alone, it's really wrong

I don't want to set the world on fire

I just want to start a flame in your heart

Apart, in ink, I am no longer the same (There's only emptiness in my hood)

There are no colors here, just

You're the hope i've been waiting for

Go to sleep, maybe tomorrow will be better

They told me i was perfect for the role, absolutely perfect

Now Joey's going around saying things behind closed doors can always tell

Now he wants to meet again tomorrow, says he has an «opportunity» for me

I'll hear him out, but if that smooth talker

Go back to your puddles

Thinks he can double cross an angel and get away with it

Well, oh, he's got another thing coming

Alice, o-oh, she doesn't like liars

Die

Ah, now that was fun

Oh, but I forgot to mention

He hates it when i do that

I would hide if i were you

Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha

Oh my god

Joey, what were you doing?

It's dark and it's cold and it's stuck in behind every single wall now

In some places, i swear this godforsaken ink is clear up to my knees

Who ever thought that these crummy—

Then you know more than we do

One minute we don't even exist, just thoughts

And the next minute, this place