Ink

Well, I was born with detest in my blood Always compared what should not and should Fear is a tactic, it's not shy of design Its aided, it's abetted, it's perfected my crime Style unfolds like a red velvet carpet It goes on for miles but it only leads to a tar pit I can't reconcile, but I also can't forget All the while unable to forfeit I want to pour ink on beautiful things And to defecate upon an angel's wings Because they weren't meant to fly It's in most of our dreams and it won't go away Its a longing for something that has been kept at bay The keys to the gate are just out of reach Can't even learn the sermon that we've been trying to preach I want to pour ink on beautiful things And to defecate upon an angel's wings Because they weren't meant to fly And apparently neither was I I want to pour ink on beautiful things Go go go GO! Yeah! Ahhh Ooh! Yeah!