Lyrics:
Le sang afflue
Il coule comme les larmes
Un sirop lacrymal
Perles de sérum rouges et blanches
Accoupler le Yin
Fucking King Ink
Accoupler le Yang
We drove ourselves into a spiral
Five thousand miles to reconcile
A few excuses and a sawed-off smile
What a worthy waste of paint and ink
So we drove
first axe
They may be a memory, they may be in the past
But they are
The ink in my arm
That old red mustang, it was my first car
Its where I laid a bike
ocean of self defeat
As time goes on
Some months are yet to pass
Puddles of ink
Surround this tired chair
All of my own sorrow has been spilled
mind
Dylan
I hear Dylan when I look at you
I can see it in invisible ink like a tattoo
The ying to my yang
The toughness to my unending softness
depths
Of the murky red ink
Washing my bones on the shore
I drank from the salt water well
It was ten years away from a lifetime ago
And i saw a lightbulb
couch
And it's knowing I'm not shackled
By forgotten words and bonds
And the ink stains that are
Dried upon some line
That keeps you in the backroads
By
the ink's last letter
Which'll never turn his back, back catcher, I grab
Extra magazines I'm in, to remind me of the places I've been
Returning to visit
on the blink
I thought a page, like it's written in ink
When I remember distant days
I remember many things, but
Most of all, I remember the sun
fondness
But my wrist quits whenever I want it
Love letters sent in invisible ink
My puzzle a struggle to you to unpick
Love letters sent in invisible ink
fondness
But my wrist quits whenever I want it
Love letters sent in invisible ink
My puzzle a struggle to you to unpick
Love letters sent in invisible ink
We Are Given A Fresh Canvas
Every time the sun rises, we are given a fresh canvas
To paint our dreams with the ink of patience
Kindness is
Chased down just to hang 'em back up again
Trying to take their piece
I'll just kiss the earth, and write another page
Ink spilled
Ink spills out black
You said "don't go changing
I'll rearrange to let you in
And I'll be your historian
And you'll be mine
And I'll fill pages of scribbled ink
Why we trying to be
For reasons that we can't see
I keep running round in circles till my ink dries out.
I keep running round in circles till my ink
getting better?
Is it getting easier?
When the needle pricks the skin
And the ink knows where you've been
And when you're soaking to the bone
You're not
think it flew out the window a long time ago
(Long time ago)
Let that ink erase
(The ink erase)
Those invisible streams that fall down my face
Glorified
Let's unite our kingdom
This sphere we live in
It's not made of hate
The untold story, the ink of truth
Should fill these pages
Let's unite our
free-spoken, not written in ink (oh whoa)
Your intention are obvious (obvious)
Your affection's miraculous (I cherish your touch)
Every promise you make,
Uh
Pump, pump, woo
Come on, uh
Solo, I'm a soloist on a solo list
All live, never on a floppy disk
Inca, Inca, bottle of ink
Paintings
with no ink
I get it
I'm trying to stuff 'em til they can't fit no more
I'm talking Donald Trump level, uh
I'm trying to get these dreams off
Of blurred nights held together by black ink
And cold tones instead of warm voices and lies warmer still.
An echo of yourself
Loosely left or free to walk
Makes me tend to roll up
It's knowing an ink stain
Dried upon her arm
An echo of yourself
Scratches
We've got dirty ink on our skin
Trippin' when the needle digs in
New dirty ink on our skin
On the same shit we've always been
Pink Stan
Cloutboi Juli
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