Rest In Ink

(album: JT XIX - 2020)

This is a song for the sheep
Who's afraid of the big bad wolf?
Well you shouldn't be
'Cause evil's something I couldn't be
My head's full of teeth, but they're made for smiling
Despite the bodies piling up, ignore 'em
And look for a door
Only an exit, open nothing more
I'd rather not get ripped apart
Can I trust you with my heart?

Go on and draw your boundaries
But I'm bound to cross some lines
In a world devoid of color there is one I call divine

Black is the color of laughter
Black is the color of joy
Black is the blood on my casket
It's the palette of the void
Black is happy-ever-after
As tragedy is to befall
I blacken my soul with disaster
Leave it plastered on the walls

Where would a wolf wander without his pack?
As sanity sinks and then slips through the cracks?
Any lingering light will lean into the black
So welcome aboard the train without track
Lay back on the surgery table, my hands are unsteady
But surely I'm able, of cracking your cage and setting your rage free
I'll replace you if you betray me!

Ink hath, runneth over
And the tide will only rise
But beware the undertow
Your final throes are growing nigh!

Want a bone? Here's one, I'll throw ya'
You woke up in someone's mind
Just like I did, so don't fight it
There is nowhere left to hide

Death is no such dreadful thing
When you can rest in ink
This is your lullaby, he'll set you down to lie
Then hang you out to dry
And make you proud to die
Black is the color of laughter
Black is the color of joy
Black is the blood on my casket
It's the palette of the void
Black is happy-ever-after
As tragedy is to befall
I blacken my soul with disaster
Leave it plastered on the walls

What's an identity but a lie?
Cuz the man that I once was, wasn't I
See a monster is all in perspective
Pretend that this song is your posthumous lullaby
Now your pain is in paint, and I'll watch it dry
Then a permanent stain, you'll become with time
You're the sideshow, don't be mistaken
Cuz I'm the one taking home all of the bacon

He's always closing in
The halls are growing dim
The walls are closing in
And nothing else is holding him
Play your favorite tune aloud
To make your braver through your doubt
You've made your way to proving grounds
Stay and face the music now

Death is no such dreadful thing
When you can rest in ink
This is your lullaby, he'll set you down to lie
Then hang you out to dry
And make you proud to die

Black is the color of laughter
Black is the color of joy
Black is the blood on my casket
It's the palette of the void
Black is happy-ever-after
As tragedy is to befall
I blacken my soul with disaster
Leave it plastered on the walls

Death is no such dreadful thing
When you can rest in ink
This is your lullaby, he'll set you down to lie
Then hang you out to dry
And make you proud to die
Black is the color of the laughter
(Ha ha ha ha ha ha)