Hand me the paper
I’ve never felt safer
There’s been a failure
So hand me the paper
Confess the things I now know
Left too far from midair
Stripped bare then I was told to hush
Perform your fraud and they applauded
I found my Ink, Ink, Ink
Hand me the paper
With no eraser
I point the finger
I’m just a sinner
Confessing the things I now know
When I was handed rope
My hope was in a tug of war
Perform your fraud and they applauded
I found my Ink, Ink, Ink
But when you thought you were my painter
Who knew that I’d become your danger
I gave him my ink, released it to print
Now I’m the headlight
But when you think I’m behind the trigger
With nothing to lose, stronger than ever
I gave him my ink, released it to print
Now I’m the headlight
I found my Ink, Ink, Ink
But when you thought you were my painter
Who knew that I’d become your danger
I gave him my ink, released it to print
Now I’m the headlight
But when you think I’m behind the trigger
With nothing to lose, stronger than ever
I gave him my ink, released it to print
Now I’m the headlight
So hand me the paper
Confess the things I now know
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