Inked In Red

History has drawn these lines across my face

With bones through flesh, and will it always be this way?

A change of hands again, clandestine operative

You gun me down when I've got nothing left to give

A tragedy is written

Inked in red

Words bleed onto pages

I try to raise the dead

I count the dying hours underneath the burning skies

I'm running through the forests in the dead of night

Each way I turn I'm searching for a guiding light

But there just don't seem to be any signs of life

So here I go again, I'm crawling on my knees

Through the jagged era of uncertainty

With my incompetence, it's painted on my face

And I am left here wondering when I'll leave this place

I count the dying hours underneath the burning skies

I'm running through the forests in the dead of night

Each way I turn I'm searching for a guiding light

But there just don't seem to be any signs of life

Woah, as it seems that this life is waking dream

Ohh, as it seems that this life is waking dream

I count the dying hours underneath the burning skies

I'm running through the forests in the dead of night

Each way I turn I'm searching for a guiding light

But there just don't seem to be any signs of life