Текст песни Hiroyuki Sawano - God of ink

Everyday I have to play
Building worlds What can I say?
These reflections of myself
In the gutter Bread and butter

You were looking for a reason
For the heavy frown
I have been wearing around

Everyday I like to play
I think In pen and ink
Time to write

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The fallout from the blast
It overwhelms you
She didn’t tell you
The ink of God on the page
And her rage Coming out!

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Holding my hands on you
And I’m holding my hands on you
And then Out of my hands you flew
And then Out of my hands you flew
I was so Jealous I thought you knew
I was turning my back on You
I was turning my back on you My friend

Everyday I have to play
Building worlds What can I say?
What is hiding in your mind?
Could I see it? Could I see it?

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