Ink And Sky - Johnny Booth, Tommy Rogers

Giants, have revealed our true selves.

Checkerboard mistresses

Is this what you always wanted?

Phallic blades

for a new death washing away our clones.

Addressing the ones that already know.

I’m breaking out of this place

With an unwavered pressure and a world of time.

I’ve lost patience

This stories departure

Soft clear cuts, self-loathing will win

Crimson tumor, an abandoned dark seeded day.

You’ll be hopeless.

The inevitable.

This is a glimpse of what you’ve become

This is a glimpse of what you’ve become

A blessing to puncture a lung

This is your war.

End of silent day

Just give her a moment to ruin your night-

mare’s scorching I’m losing control.

Absent respect

I’d rather be alone.

You wouldn’t want to understand I’m locked inside a cavity.

I Just can’t sit back.

The writings are encrypted, bone yards for the thirsty.

The more you try to forget

The more it seems to appear

The more you try to forget

The more it seems to appear.

Fractured the earth, with shark fins and dark clouds.

Oh the rain has never been, so acidic.

Like fists pressed along, batteries raised

From the last season.

But not forgotten

Now foaming at the mouth,

These painless substances.

Shriek down hallways

From wall to wall,

till it’s on the tip of every tongue.