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Prozak

Black Ink

Black Ink

(album: Black Ink - 2015)

From the minute I was breathing I was grieving
Cause I never understood the reason I was even living
Disbelieving everything that I was hearing, I was seeing
I could not
See the positive it's only negativity
And when you think about it, you should prob'ly get away from em
I'm really not the person that you're thinking and I'm wishin
You would stop
I think I'm losing it and music's the only thing getting me through it
And I'm trying to keep cool and not be the victim of a
Self-inflicted gunshot
But this pain makes me insane, deranged with anger
I can't maintain or contain the range ingrained inside
My brain's in shock
Cause this life is a crisis, cuts deep like a knife that slices
Making everything inside of you lifeless
You then drop
Cradle to the grave, one in the same
And life was just death with a different name
The game we must play and time is ticking away
So do not (Look back)

[Hook x2 Mackenzie O'Guin:]
Cradle to grave, one in the same
Trace them changeably in black ink
In the shadows I recess
In dark solace I will keep
In between the lines of black ink

As I take a look around at everything and everyone
I'm thinking I don't really know a thing and what is going on
I cannot handle living in this world that's designed
To be demised, I'm living a lie
In my surprise I'm thinking I might
Just shut my eyes and stay blind to this violent side
Cause deep inside, there lurks a monster; He goes by Prozak
Steven's impostor, preposterous thoughts of murderous plots of all kinds
So don't tell me while I'm temporarily out of order
My mind is sorta just out of sorts
An electric short of some kind
Black ink is the blood of the misfit
Infected at birth with a melodic sickness
That separates us at every instance behind
Every smile is a frown, hollow are the graves in the cemetery ground
Always lost in the fog we are never found
A slave to this maze of machines we are bound (Black ink)

[Hook x2 Mackenzie O'Guin:]
Cradle to grave, one in the same
Trace them changeably in black ink
In the shadows I recess
In dark solace I will keep
In between the lines of black ink

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