-Ink running through my veins
-Bleed onto this paper.
-I spill my life onto these pages
-I’m an open book that no one reads.

-I’m running out of ink
-Will someone come for me?
-I don’t see why I should change now.
-Spilling out my life.

-If this keeps up,
-Jet black ink will drown us all.
-If this keeps up,
-They’ll flip the light-switch in the hall.

-Together, we’ll burn out like these lights
-(Hanging from the ceiling)
-But alone, frail and cold we’ll die
-(Hanging from the ceiling)

-There may be a chance for us yet,
-But I don’t see us making it in time.
-What a way to end my life,
-Hanging from my ceiling!

-If this keeps up,
-Jet black ink will drown us all.
-If this keeps up,
-They’ll turn off the lights in the hall,

-And make their way in.

-I’ve been bleeding black, and now
-(I don’t know how to get home from here.)
-The jet black ink that spells your name
-Won’t take me home from here.

-Take me home
- (An open book that no one reads.)
-Take me home.
- (A sign on a road where no one drives.)

-If this keeps up,
-All this blood will drown us all.