God Of Ink

Everyday I have to play Building worlds, what can I say? These reflections of myself In the gutter Bread and butter You were looking for a reason For a heavy frown I have been wearing around Everyday I like to play I just think in pen and ink Time to write The fallout from the blast It overwhelms you She didn't tell you The ink of God on the page And her rage, coming out! Holding my hands on you And I'm holding my hands on you And then out of my hands you flew And then out of my hands you flew I was so jealous I thought you knew I was jealous I thought you knew I was turning my back on you I was turning my back on you, my friend Everyday I have to play Building worlds, What can I say? What is hiding in your mind? Could I see it? Could I see it? The fallout from the blast It overwhelms you She didn't tell you The ink of God on the page And her rage, coming out! Holding my hands on you And I'm holding my hands on you And then out of my hands you flew And then out of my hands you flew I was so jealous I thought you knew I was jealous I thought you knew I was turning my back on you I was turning my back on you, my friend The fallout from the blast It overwhelms you She didn't tell you The ink of God on the page And her rage, coming out! Holding my hands on you And I'm holding my hands on you And then out of my hands you flew And then out of my hands you flew I was so jealous I thought you knew I was jealous I thought you knew I was turning my back on you I was turning my back on you, my friend