Pens & Paper

I thought it was different

Yet you are the same

Same as all of them

Just a game

Learn to play

After the shame

Has nothing to do with you

Don't take it that way

But lies always find their way

to destroy truth

It's harder this way

Has nothing to do with you

It's part of the game

Has nothing to do with you

Part of the game

It's the same ole same

Twisted that way

All we've got

It's the same ole same

It's a nice old fashioned

Twisted game

Thought it was clear to you

Mind doesn't work that way?

Thought you heard the news

It played all day

& if you didn't hear

That's okay

Take another cold beer

Drink away

Coasting life

Learning not to fear

I thought you heard the news

O! you didn't hear?

Has nothing to do with you

It's a game

Has nothing to do with you

Part of the game

It's the same ole same

Twisted that way

All we've got

It's the same ole same

A good old fashioned

Twisted game

I thought I reminded you

Guess it slipped again

Whispered secret truths

& my pen's at it again

Won't stop

Make it understand

Missed it's touch

It's at it again

Bleeding pen

Dying in my hand

Welcome back

Now shall we sling ink again?

Has nothing to do with you

Part of the game

It's the same ole same

Twisted that way

All we've got

It's the same ole same

Old fashioned

Twisted game

Bleeding with ink

Canvas now stained

Stained with word

Here to stay

Missed your company

Comprehend

Offer me

Scratch the truths

Empty eyes ablaze

My pen and I

Scripting away

Scratching truths

No judgement at all

Has nothing to do with you

Part of the game

It's the same ole same

Twisted that way

All we've got

It's the same ole same

It's a f*****g twisted

Twisted game

Blank pages shall I marry you?

We can bleed together, to death

Spill our truths

Ink stains on your perfect skins

Rewriting worlds we've kept deep within

Let us do the do

The rings of Saturn were painted just for you

On perfect canvas,

Served in blue

Take thy vows

Do the do

Pens and paper

It's what we do

We bleed to death to sacrifice our truth

We were born to die,

What we do

Part of the game

Bleeding truth

Twisted way

But it's true...

All we've got

Let us do the do.

We're pens & paper

Spilling truth

We're pens & paper

It's what we do...

Pens & Paper

Dying for you...