• How could this happen?
    How can it be true?
    Why is it that
    it had to be you?

    There is ink in my blood.
    Black in my vein.
    A clot of mud
    that causes all this pain.

    What was my sin?
    What could it be
    that caused you to have
    been taken from me?

    There is ink in my blood.
    Black in my vein.
    A clot of mud
    that causes all this pain.

    Now how did this ink
    find its way here?
    What pain will be next?
    It's the future I fear.

    There is ink in my blood.
    It flows through my soul.
    It pours into my heart,
    a bottomless hole.

    There is ink in my blood.
    Black in my vein.
    A clot of mud
    that causes all this pain.