All but for those ghoul's in cabaret
That has vanquished the living sun
And want to linger all-day
Whilst I bleed out my heart benumb
Penning every empty cliché
That has ever been sung by a drunk
Without the will to moderate
to get off a barstool and debunk
All those lies they indoctrinated
Ink bleeds like a river
Ink bleeds from a fissure
Ink bleeds and I wither
Ink bleeds but I'm a caterpillar
And I'm gonna be a butterfly just you wait and see.
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